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A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 



PATIENCE PENNINGTON ^^ij,^ ■ 



WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY 

OWEN AVISTER 

AND 
ILLUSTRATIONS BY 

ALICE R. H. SMITH 



THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 
1913 

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MY FATHER 



TO WHOSE EXAMPLE OF SELF-CONTROL AND CHRISTIAN 

FORTITUDE, I OWE THE POWER TO LIVE MY 

LIFE INDEPENDENT OF EXTERNALS, I 

DEDICATE THESE FRAGMENTARY 

RECORDS, ON THIS THE ONE 

hundred and twelfth 

anniversary of 

his birth 

Chicora Wood, 
April 21st, 1913. 



INTRODUCTION 

While the influences and mechanisms of the present world 
tend to make all parts of it alike in thought and in costume, 
the various nooks and corners of our own country are gradually 
losing their original highly accentuated characteristics, and are 
merging into a general similarity. Most of what you hear and 
see any morning in the towns of Massachusetts you will hear 
and see in Omaha, Denver, Seattle, or anywhere else, because 
the department stores advertise and sell the same kind of 
clothes everywhere at the same time, and the same news is 
everywhere published in the daily papers. 

Our American literature is therefore very lucky to have pro- 
duced its Jewetts, Wilkinses, Cables, Craddocks, Pages, and 
Harrises, who have well set down for our perpetual interest 
and instruction the evaporating charm of their chosen fields. 

Here is another book belonging to this valuable indigenous 
shelf of ours, a shelf where stand the volumes that tell of 
people and events that could have been met with nowhere in 
the world save upon our own native soil. Although it is not 
fiction, but a record of personal experience, it should prove 
to many readers as entertaining as our best fiction. 

It is about the South, a particular part of the South, the 
rice-plantation coast of South Carolina. In this region, field 
and water and forest intermingle to form a strange, haunting 
scene, full of character and mystery. To dine with a neighbor 
here, one needs both the horse and the boat ; travel has to be 
amphibious. And in this region, too, the marks that were 
made by the old days have been by the new days obliterated less 
than in most parts of our country. The Massachusetts, the 
New York, the Pennsylvania of fifty years ago, have been swept 



viii INTRODUCTION 

into albums and libraries ; shelves and cabinets are their resting- 
place. Would you know how yonder large mills looked in 1860 ? 
No mills were there then, the spot was a pond, with a country 
road and a farm-house about half a mile down the road ; per- 
haps somebody has a photograph or a wood-cut showing it 
as it used to be. That is what most of us in the North and 
East have to do — pull down old books, pull open old drawers 
— if we would see the former aspect of our neighborhood. 

Not so is it in the country of the rice. The Southerner of 
to-day can still trace the fields and woods of old. His house 
may be roofless, his garden walks a tangle, but the avenue of 
live oaks still stands, the chimney of his mill still rises above 
a pile of crumbled bricks, at the doors of the cabins the negroes 
still sit, clad in a fashion not yet changed beyond recognition. 
The fields themselves may have had their banks cut and dis- 
solved away by unresisted freshets, but still they are visible, 
still the unchanged river pours between and around them, and 
still the boat loads of people creep and prowl through the cuts. 

True it is that no longer are these people well-to-do neighbors 
going to visit each other, rowed by an ebony crew in uniform 
that chants plantation songs in rhythm to the strokes of its 
oars — those neighbors are most of them lying in the grave- 
yard of St. Michael's, Charleston, or in the lovely enclosures 
surrounding the little silent country churches upon which one 
sometimes emerges during a long ride through the woods. 
They who go in the boats to-day are apt to be less prosperous, 
whatever their color, and when they are black they may very 
likely be poachers who do not sing. But in spite of these 
differences, the general scene is the same. 

Thus the mark of the old days remains visible ; emancipa- 
tion has by no means obliterated it; emancipation has merely 
brought to a close the old days themselves, without building on 



INTRODUCTION IX 

top of them anything new ; it is Time that gently and silently 
and slowly is strewing its leaves upon that ended era. 

But certain Southerners, loving their old land and custom, 
have struggled to keep alive the rice-planting, to mend their 
roofs and doors, to guard the flame upon their old hearths, and 
to teach good conduct and Christian faith to the young negroes 
unshackled from slavery indeed, but flung into space without 
master, or law, or guide. Once engulfed by the towns, these 
hapless blacks become a prey to every primitive and every 
sophisticated vice. 

Struggle is too pale a word for the decades of efforts and 
obstacles that these courageous Southerners have known, par- 
ticularly since rice has come to be grown so successfully else- 
'where ; and when the devoted planter happens to be a woman, 
the measure of daily indomitableness is full and runs over. 

Such a life of such a woman is described in these pages ; 
with its humor and its poignancy mingling at every turn, with 
the performances of the negroes, the performances of the ani- 
mals, and the ceaseless and miscellaneous distractions and 
dangers of the mistress, all told with perfect vividness and 
simplicity. As the narrative proceeds, the reader gradually 
perceives that he has met with a Southern picture unsurpassed, 
and that it makes a native document of permanent historic 
value. It should be the companion volume to that admirable 
account of Eliza Pinckney written by Mrs. St. Julien Ravenel; 
together, these two books record the South Carolina lady and 
her plantation, first in the days of her prosperity and then in 
the later days, Now and then one meets some one with a 
natural gift of style so complete that it flows from the pen as 
song from a wild bird ; but most rare is it to find this gift and 
the experiences it portrays united in the same person. 

OWEN WISTER. 



ILLUSTRATIONS 

The sheaves are beaten with flails Frontispiece 

PAGE 

"Cherokee" — my father's place .4 

Bonaparte ............ 7 

Each field has a small flood-gate, called a "trunk" ... 9 

Marcus began work on the breaks ....... 10 

" The girls shuffled the rice about with their feet until it was clayed " 11 

Near the bridge two negro women are fishing 14 

A request from Wishy's mother, Annette, for something to stop 

bleeding 17 

Green thought it was folly and fussiness 27 

She picked her usual thirty-five pounds alone ..... 31 

To-day the hands are " toting " the rice into the flats ... 34 
" You see a stack of rice approaching, and you perceive a pair of 

legs, or a skirt, as the case may be, peeping from beneath" . 35 

Chloe 40 

Front porch — Casa Bianca 42 

Elihu was a splendid boatman ........ 51 

My little brown maid Patty is a new acquisition and a great com- 
fort, for she is veiy bright 53 

The roughness and plainness of the pineland house .... 54 

The yearly pow-wow at Casa Bianca 60 

"Four young girls who are splendid workers" .... 62 

She promised not to war any more 65 

" Myself, ma'am, bin most stupid " 66 

A rice field " flowed " 72 

The hoe they consider purely a feminine implement ... 79 

The back steps to the pineland house ...... 84 

*' A very large black hat " 87 

Her husband brought her in an ox cart 93 

" Old Maum Mary came to bring me a present of sweet potatoes " . 98 

"Padeyeen 'ebaid" 102 

One or two hands in the barn-yard 107 

A corner of Casa Bianca 109 

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ILLUSTRATIONS 



"Chaney" 

Five children asked me to let them " hunt tetta " . 

" It is tied into sheaves, which the negroes do very skilfully, with a 

wisp of the rice itself " ....... 

" The field with its picturesque workers " .... 

"The Ferry " 

His wife was very stirring 

Day after day I met Judy coming out of her patch . 

" Old Florinda, the plantation nurse " 

" Miss Patience, le' me leu' yer de money " . . . . 
" Jus' shinin' um up wid de knife-brick " .... 

Aphrodite spread a quilt and deposited the party upon it 

" Then he could talk a-plenty " 

Chloe is devoted to the chicks — feeds them every two hours . 

Prince Frederick's Pee Dee 

Prince George Winyah 

" Eh, eh, I yere say yu cry 'bout chicken " . 

The summer kitchen at Cherokee 

The winter kitchen at Cherokee ...... 

The string of excited children 

I got Chloe off to make a visit to her daughter .... 

I really do not miss ice, now that my little brown jug is swung in 

the well 

Patty came in . . . 

"Plat eye!" 

Goliah cried and sobbed 

Had Eva to sow by hand a little of the inoculated seed . 
Her little log cottage was as clean as possible .... 
The sacred spot with its heavy live oak shadows 

" I met Dab on the road " 

Cherokee steps 

The smoke-house at Cherokee for meat curing 

Sol's wife, Aphrodite, is a specimen of maternal health and visor 

I saw a raft of very fine poplar logs being made 

Cypress trees .......... 

She was a simple, faithful soul — always diligent 

Winnowing house for preparation of seed rice .... 

" Patty en Dab en me all bin a eat " 

Chloe began : " Wen I bin a small gal " .... 

I took Chloe to Casa Bianca to serve luncheon 



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" I read tell de kumfut kuiu to me " . 

" Up kum Maum Mary wid de big cake eeii de wlieelbarrer " 

Gibbie and the oxen . 

In the field — sowing. 

How to lay the breakfast table 

Joy unspeakable 

The church in Peaceville . 

Chloe was a great success at the North 

My old summer home at Pawleys Island 

The roof of the house on Pawdeys Island — from the saiid-hiils 

" En de 'omans mek answer en say : ' No, ma'am ; we neber 

none '" . . 
" Dem all stan' outside de fence " . 
Fanning and pounding rice for houseliold use 
Pounding rice ...... 

The rice-fields looked like a great lalce 

Casa Bianca 

Rice-fields from the highlands . 
" You see I didn't tell no lie " . 



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CHAPTER I 

Cherokee, March 30, 1903. 

YOU have asked me to tell of my rice-planting experience, 
and I will do my best, though I hardly know where to 
begin. 
Some years ago the plantation where I had spent my very 
short married life, Casa Bianca, was for sale, and against the 
judgment of the men of my family I decided to put $10,000, 
every cent I had, in the purchase of it, to grow old in, I said, 
feeling it a refuge from the loneliness which crushed me. 
Though opposed to the step, one of my brothers undertook 
very kindly to manage it until paid for, then to turn it over 
to me. I had paid $5000 cash and spent $5000 in buying 
mules, supplies, ploughs, harrows, seed rice, etc., necessary 
to start and run the place. This left me with a debt of $5000, 
for which I gave a mortgage. After some years the debt 
was reduced to $3000, when I awoke to the fact that I had 
no right to burden and worry my brother any longer with 
this troublesome addition to his own large planting,^ and 
I told him the first of January of 18 — that I had determined 
to relieve him and try it myself. He seemed much shocked 
and surprised and said it was impossible ; how was it possible 
for me, with absolutely no knowledge of planting or expe- 
rience, to do anything? It would be much wiser to rent. 
I said I would gladly do so, but who would rent it? He 
said he would give me $300 a year for it, just to assist me in 
this trouble, and I answered that that would just pay the 

* He planted at this time one thousand acres of rice successfully. 

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taxes and the interest on the debt, and I would never have 
any prospect of paying off the mortgage, and, when I died, 
instead of leaving something to my nieces and nephews, I 
would leave only a debt. No; I had thought of it well; 
I would sell the five mules and put that money in bank, and 
as far as that went I would plant on wages, and the rest of 
the land I would rent to the negroes at ten bushels to the 
acre. He was perfectly dismayed ; said I would have to ad- 
vance heavily to them, and nothing but ruin awaited me in 
such an undertaking. 

However, I assembled the hands and told them that all 
who could not support themselves for a year would have to 
leave the place. With one accord they declared they could 
do it ; but I explained to them that I was going to take 
charge myself, that I was a woman, with no resources of 
money behind me, and, having only the land, I intended to 
rent to them for ten bushels of rice to the acre. I could ad- 
vance nothing but the seed. I could give them a chance 
to work for themselves and prove themselves worthy to be 
free men, I intended to have no overseer ; each man would 
be entirely responsible for the land he rented. "You know 
very well," I said, "that this land will bring my ten bushels rent 
if you just throw the seed in and leave it, so that every stroke 
of work that you do will go into your own pockets, and I 
hope you will prove men enough to work for that purpose." 

Then I picked out the lazy, shiftless hands and told them 
they must leave, as I knew they would not work for them- 
selves. All the planters around were eager for hands and 
worked entirely on wages, and I would only plant fifty acres 
on wages, which would not be enough to supply all with work. 
My old foreman, Washington, was most uneasy and miser- 
able, and questioned me constantly as to the wisdom of what 
I was doing. At last I said to him: "Washington, you do 
not know whether I have the sense to succeed in this thing, 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 3 

Mass' Tom does not know, I don't know; but we shall 
know by this time next year, and in the meantime you must 
just trust me and do the best you can for me." 

It proved a great success! I went through the burning 
suns all that summer, twice a week, five miles in a buggy 
and six in a boat ! I, who had always been timorous, drove 
myself the five miles entirely alone, hired a strange negro 
and his boat and was rowed by him to Casa Bianca planta- 
tion. Then, with dear old Washington behind me, telling 
of all the trials and tribulations he had had in getting the 
work done, I walked around the 200 acres of rice in all stages 
of beauty and awfulness of smell. 

But I was more than repaid. I paid off the debt on the 
place and lifted the mortgage. I had never hoped for that 
in one year. My renters also were jubilant ; they made 
handsomely and bought horses and buggies and oxen for the 
coming year's work. When I had paid off everything, I 
had not a cent left in the bank to run on, however. Wash- 
ington was amazed and very happy at the results, but when 
I said something to him about preparing the wages field for 
the coming crop, he said very solemnly : "Miss, ef yo' weak, 
en you wrastle wid a strong man, en dc Lo'd gie you strenf 
fo' trow um down once, don't you try um 'gain." I laughed, 
but, remembering that I would have to borrow money to 
plant the field this year, I determined to take the old man's 
advice and not attempt it. This was most fortunate, for 
there was a terrible storm that autumn and I would have 
been ruined. My renters were most fortunate in getting 
their rice in before the storm, so that they did well again. 

From that time I have continued to plant from 20 to 30 
acres on wages and to rent from 100 to 150 acres. Of course 
I have had my ups and downs and many anxious moments. 
Sometimes I have been so unfortunate as to take as renters 
those who were unfit to stand alone, and then I have suffered 



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A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 5 

serious loss ; but, on the whole, I have been able to keep 
my head above water, and now and then have a little money 
to invest. In short, I have done better than most of my 
neighbors. 

Five years ago the head of our family passed away, and the 
Cherokee plantation, which my father had inherited from 
his grandfather, had to be sold for a division of the estate. 
None of my family was able to buy it, and a syndicate 
seemed the only likely purchaser, and they wanted to get 
it for very little. So I determined the best thing I could 
do was to buy it in myself and devote the rest of my life to 
keeping it in the family, and perhaps at my death some of 
the younger generation would be able to take it. This would 
condemn me to a very isolated existence, with much hard 
work and anxiety ; but, after all, work is the greatest blessing, 
as I have found. I have lived at Cherokee alone ever since, 
two miles from any white person ! With my horses, my 
dogs, my books, and piano, my life has been a very full one. 
There are always sick people to be tended and old people to 
be helped, and I have excellent servants. 

My renters here, nearly all own their farms and live on 
them, coming to their work every day in their ox-wagons 
or their buggies ; for the first thing a negro does when he 
makes a good crop is to buy a pair of oxen, which he can do 
for $30, and the next good crop he buys a horse and buggy. 

The purchase of Cherokee does more credit to my heart 
than head, and it is very doubtful if I shall ever pay off the 
mortgage. I have lost two entire crops by freshet, and the 
land is now under water for the tliird time this winter, and, 
though I have rented 125 acres, it is very uncertain if I can 
get the half of that in. March is the month when all the 
rice-field ploughing should be done. The earliest rice is 
planted generally at the end of March, then through April, 
and one week in May. Last season I only got in fifty acres 



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of rent rice and ten of wages ; for in the same way the freshet 
was over the rice land all winter, and when it went off, there 
was only time to prepare that much. The renters made 
very fine crops — 30, 40, and 45 bushels to the acre, while 
the wages fields only made 17 ! This is a complete reversal 
of the ordinary results, for I have very rarely, in all these 
years, made less than 30 bushels to the acre on my fields, 
and I was greatly discouraged and anxious to understand 
the reason of this sudden failure in the wages rice at both 
plantations. 

By the merest chance I found out the cause. Early in 
December I was planting oats in a six-acre field. We broad- 
cast winter oats in this section and then plough it in on fields 
which have been planted in peas before. I was anxious to 
get the field finished before a freeze, and had six of the 
best ploughmen in it. Grip had prevented my going out 
until they had nearly finished, but Bonaparte had assured 
me it was being well done. When I went into the field, it 
looked strange to me — the rich brown earth did not lie in 
billowy ridges as a ploughed field generally does. Here and 
there a weed skeleton stood erect. I tried to pull up one 
or two of these and found they were firmly rooted in the soil 
and had never been turned. I walked over that field with 
my alpenstock for hours, and found that systematically 
the ploughmen had left' from eight to ten inches of hard 
land between each furrow, covering it skilfully with fresh 
earth, so that each hand who had been paid for an acre's 
ploughing had in reality ploughed only one-third of an acre. 
And then I understood the failure of all the wage rice ! 

I called Bonaparte, my head man, whom I trust fully. 
His grandfather belonged to my grandfather, and his family 
hold themselves as the colored aristocracy of this country. 
He has been a first-class carpenter, but he is rheumatic and 
docs not work with ease at his trade now, and prefers taking 



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charge of my planting as head man, or agent, as they now 
prefer to call it. He is trustworthy and has charge of the 
keys to my barns where rice, corn, oats, and potatoes are kept. 
I have trusted him entirely, and it would be a dreadful blow 
to think that he was losing his integrity. Though the pres- 
sure from the idle, shambling, trifling ele- 
ment of his race is very great, he 
been able to resist it in the past 

I showed Bonaparte what I had 
discovered, and he seemed terri- 
bly shocked. Whether this was 
real or not I cannot say, but it 
seemed very real, and as he has 
never ploughed, perhaps he really 
did not understand. When I said : 
''And this is why the wage rice 
turned out so badly ! You re- 
ceived ploughing like this and I 
paid for it," he seemed convicted 
and humbled. He had told me 
how beautifully the rice got up, but as 
soon as the hot suns of July struck it, the 
leaves just wilted. Of course, the roots could 
not penetrate the packed, unbroken clay soil. The best rice- 
field soil is a blue clay which the sun bakes like a brick. For 
a while the roots lived in the fresh earth on top. 

The seed rice I had paid $1.35 a bushel for and planted 
two and one-half bushels to each acre ; the cost of cultivat- 
ing and harvesting it is $15 the acre, so that makes $18.37 
which it cost to produce seventeen bushels of rice, which sold 
at 80 cents a bushel, $13.60. 

What is to be the result of this new departure in the way 
of dishonesty I do not know. It has taken me a long time 
to lose patience. A few years ago one could get the value 




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of the money paid for work. Just after the war there was 
a splendid body of workers on this plantation, and every 
one in the neighborhood was eager to get some of the hands 
from here. My father gave prizes for the best workers in 
the different processes, and they felt a great pride in being 
the prize ploughman or ditcher or hoe hand of the year ; but 
now, alas, poor things, they have been so confused and 
muddled by the mistaken ideas and standards held out to 
them that they have no pride in honest work, no pride in 
anything but to wear fine clothes and get ahead of the man 
who employs them to do a job. 

It is very hard for me to say this ; I have labored so among 
them to try to elevate their ideals, to make them bring up 
their children to be honest and diligent, to make them still feel 
that honest, good work is something to be proud of. Even last 
year I would not have said this, but, alas, I have to say it now. 

I have just come in from the corn-field, where two women 
have been paid for cutting down the corn-stalks, so that there 
will be nothing to interfere with the plough. They have 
only broken off the tops of the stalks, leaving about eighteen 
inches of stout corn-stalks all through the field. I shall have 
to send some one else to do the work and pay once more. 

Yesterday I drove eight miles to my lower place, Casa 
Bianca, where the foreman asked me to go round the banks 
with him and see the inroads of the last full-moon tides, and 
it was appalling, the forces of nature are so immense. It 
makes me quail to think of the necessity of setting my small 
human powers in opposition. The rice-field banks are about 
three feet above the level of the river at high water, and each 
field has a very small flood-gate (called a trunk), which opens 
and closes to let the water in and out; but when a gale 
or freshet comes, all the trunk doors have to be raised so as 
not to strain the banks, and the water in the fields rises to 
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I must stop writing now or I will get too blue. I must go 
out and bathe in the generous sunshine and feast my eyes 
on the glory of yellow jessamine that crowns every bush and 
tree and revel in the delicious perfume as my bicycle glides over 
the soft, brown pine-needles along the level paths where the 
great dark blue eyes of the wild violets look lovingly up at me. 

Yes, yes, God is very good and His world is very beautiful, 
and we must trust Him. When these brown children of His 
were wild, they were, no 
doubt, in a physical way 
perfect, but when they were 
brought to a knowledge of 
good and evil and brought '. 
under the law, like our 
first parents, the Prince of 
Darkness stepped in and 
the struggle within them of 
the forces of heaven and hell 
has been going on there ever 
since. 

Can we doubt which will con- 
quer in the end? No! Evil 
can never have the final vic- 
tory, but the struggle will be long, for 
the Prince of Darkness uses such subtle 
emissaries. They come in the guise 
of angels, as elevators and instruc- 
tors, taking from them the simple first principles of right 
and wrong which they had grasped, and substituting the 
glamour of ambition, the desire to fly, to soar, for the God- 
given injunction, "What doth the Lord require of thee, but 
to do justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with thy 
God?" Thank God, there is one man of their own race 
striving to hold up true standards of the Cross instead of the 
golden calf of the politician. 







Each field has a small 

flood-gate, called a 

" trunk." 



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I fear this is a dull letter, but I have tried to make you 
understand something of the situation. 

Patience Pennington. 

Cherokee, June 1, 1903. 
Since last I wrote I have been the sport of winds and waves. 
This place is still under water from a freshet, and on Sunday, 
April 5, there was a severe gale, and the water swept over 
the whole 200 acres of Casa Bianca, flowing up the rice-fields 
in an hour. Saturday evening the hands, 
after ploughing, left their ploughs in the 
field to continue work Monday, and they ^^ 
could not see the handles of the ploughs 
Sunday morning. I went down Tuesday, 



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Marcus began work on the breaks. 



to find bridges carried away and even the banks still under 
water, and the head man reported five breaks in the Black 
River bank. It was impossible to do anything until the tide 
receded, and as there was a strong east wind blowing and a 
freshet coming down the Pee Dee, things looked very black. 
I could not help lamenting aloud, and Marcus felt obliged 
to offer me some comfort, so he said : "Miss, if we one been 



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a suffer, I'd feel bad, but eberybody bank bruk, en ebery- 
body fiel' flow." This did not comfort me at all, but I real- 
ized the folly of lamenting. Fortunately I had just bought 
3000 feet of boards, and as soon as the water left the fields 
Marcus began work on the breaks, and by driving puncheons, 
laying ground logs, and flatting mud and filling in, the bank 
is up again, keeping out the river, and the fields are drying off. 
The season, however, has not waited on us. April is gone, 
and not an acre is planted when I expected to have 100 acres 
growing by this time. The worst is that I have been pay- 
ing out heavily every week to put things back where they 
were at the end of March. 

There are many curious things about the planting of rice. 
One can plant from the 15th of March to the 15th of April, 
then again from the 1st to the 10th of May, and last for ten 
days in June. Rice planted between these seasons falls a prey 
to birds, — May-birds in the spring and rice-birds in August 
and September. It was impossible to plant in April this 
year, and now every one is pushing desperately to get what 
they can in May. 

Yesterday I went down to give out the seed rice to be 
clayed for planting to-day. I keep the key to the seed-rice 
loft, though Marcus has all the others. I took one hand 
up into the upper barn while Marcus stayed below, having 
two barrels half filled with clay and then filled with water 
and well stirred until it is about the consistency of molasses. 
In the loft my man measured out thirty-five bushels of rice, 
turning the tub into a spout leading to the barn below, 
where young men brought the clay water in piggins from the 
barrel and poured it over the rice, while young girls, with bare 
feet and skirts well tied up, danced and shuffled the rice about 
with their feet until the whole mass was thoroughly clayed, 
singing, joking, and displaying their graceful activity to the 
best advantage. It is a pretty sight. When it is completely 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 13 

covered with clay, the rice is shovelled into a pyramid and left 
to soak until the next morning, when it is measured out into 
sacks, one and one-fourth bushels to each half acre. Two 
pairs of the stoutest oxen on the plantation are harnessed 
to the rice-drills, and they lumber along slowly but surely, 
and by twelve o'clock the field of fourteen acres is nearly 
planted. 

It is literally casting one's bread on the waters, for as soon 
as the seed is in the ground the trunk door is lifted and the 
water creeps slowly up and up until it is about three inches 
deep on the land. That is why the claying is necessary; 
it makes the grain adhere to the earth, otherwise it would 
float. Sometimes, generally from prolonged west winds, 
the river is low, and water enough to cover the rice cannot be 
brought in on one tide, and then the blackbirds just settle 
on the field, diminishing the yield by half. 

I went down into the Marsh field, where five ploughs are 
running, preparing for the June planting. It is a 26-acre 
field, very level and pretty, and I am delighted with the work ; 
it is beautiful. When I told one of the hands how pleased 
I was with the work, he said : "Miss, de Ian' plough so sweet, 
we haf for do' um good." I went all through with much 
pleasure, though I sank into the moist, dark brown soil 
too deep for comfort, and found it very fatiguing to jump 
the quarter drains, small ditches at a distance of 200 feet 
apart, and, worse, to walk the very narrow plank over the 
10-foot ditch which runs all around the field and is very deep. 

The evening is beautiful ; the sun, just sinking in a hazy, 
mellow light, is a fiery dark red, the air is fresh from the sea, 
only three miles to the east, the rice-field banks are gay with 
flowers, white and blue violets, blackberry blossoms, wistaria, 
and the lovely blue jessamine, which is as sweet as an orange 
blossom. Near the bridge two negro women are fishing, 
with great strings of fish beside them. The streams are full 



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A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 



of Virginia perch, bream, and trout ; you have only to drop 
your hne in with a wriggHng worm at the end, and keep silent, 
and you have fine sport. Then the men set their canes se- 
curely in the bank just before dark and leave then, and 
almost invariably find a fish ready for breakfast in the morn- 




Near the bridge two negro women are fishing. 



x„;t'-. 



ing. There is a saying that one cannot starve in this country, 
and it is true. 

As I drove down I saw little children with buckets and 
piggins picking blackberries ; such big, sweet berries, covering 
acres of old fields which once were planted in corn. As I 
walked down the bank I found a "cooter" (terrapin) which 
had come out of the river to lay eggs. My excellent Chloe 
will make a delicious soup from it, or, still better, bake it 
in the shell. All winter we have quantities of English ducks 
in the rice-fields and partridges and snipe on the upland, and 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 15 

in the woods wild turkeys and deer, so that if there is a sports- 
man in the family, one can live royally with no expense. 

Sheep live and thrive without any outlay. In 1890 I 
exchanged a very fine two-year-old grade Devon, for 
twenty sheep. Since then I have bought seven more. 
A gale, with sudden rise of water, destroyed twenty-two at 
one time in 1896, and I lost ten by dogs, but notwithstanding 
these losses, in the last seven years they have brought me 
in $200 by sale of mutton; my house is furnished with 
rugs and blankets, and I am dressed in serge made from their 
wool, and I have to-day at this place forty-six sheep and 
thirty-five splendid lambs. If I only could get the latter 
to a good market, it would pay handsomely, for their keep 
has cost nothing. I have a Page wire fence around my place. 

In the same way cattle live and thrive with no grain, 
only straw during the winter, and the negroes do not give 
theirs even straw; they simply turn them into the woods, 
and in the spring look them up ; find the cows with fine 
young calves and ready to be milked. They shut the calf 
up in a pen and turn the mother out, and she ranges the 
rich, grassy meadows during the day, but always returns 
to her calf at night. When she is milked, half of the milk 
is left for the calf. In this way the negroes raise a great 
many cattle, the head of every family owning a pair of oxen 
and one or two cows. 

However, we cannot turn our cattle into the woods as we 
used to do, for unless we go to the expense of hiring a man to 
follow them, they will disappear, and no trace of them can be 
found. One negro will not testify in court against another, 
so that it is scarcely worth while to attempt to prosecute, 
for there is no chance of conviction. You hear that such a 
man has been seen driving off your animal ; one or two people 
say they have seen him ; you bring it into court, and witness 
after witness swears entire ignorance of the matter. 



16 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

I, for instance, have 500 acres of pine land, and the family 
estate and my brothers' together make 3000 acres of the finest 
pasture land. Where my father had herds of splendid 
cattle I have to keep my cows in a very poor pasture of twenty 
acres, fenced in, and in consequence have only five or six 
cows and one pair of oxen on the same plantation where my 
father used to stable sixty pair of oxen during the winter. 
They worked the rice land in the spring and roamed the woods 
and grew fat in summer. 

On the road this morning I met Wishy, who made many 
civil inquiries about my health. Five years ago one morn- 
ing I was waked earlier than usual by a request from Wishy's 
mother, Annette, for something to stop bleeding. He had 
been badly cut by a negro, who struck him on the head 
with a lightwood bar. Wishy had laughed at his special 
flame, who had gone to church the Sunday before with a 
long white veil on her hat and he was enraged. I sent witch- 
hazel and the simple remedies which I always keep for such 
calls. About eleven o'clock another request came, this time 
to lend my wagon and horses to carry Wishy to town four- 
teen miles away, as his head was still bleeding. I was 
shocked to hear that he was still losing blood and told them 
the drive might be fatal under the circumstances; I would 
go out and see what could be done. 

Hastily getting together all the remedies I could think 
of, my niece and I drove to Annette's house, which was 
crowded with eager friends gazing at the unhappy Wishy, 
who sat in the middle of the room, leaning forward over a 
tub, a man on each side supporting him, while the blood 
literally spouted from his head, — not a steady flow but in 
jets. It was an awful sight. I had a bed made on the floor 
near the door and had him lifted to it, well propped up with 
pillows, so that he was in a sitting posture. At that time we 
had no doctor nearer than the town, except a man who had 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 



17 



come from a neighboring state under a cloud of mystery. As 
soon as I heard of Wishy's condition I had sent for him, but 




A request from Wishy's mother, Annette, for something to stop 
bleeding. 

the boy returned, saying he was not able to read my note, so 

there was nothing but to do what I could or to let Wishy die. 

I got Frank, who was very intelligent, to help me. I 

dipped absorbent cotton in brandy and then into powdered 

Q 



18 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

alum, and put it into the hole in the top of Wishy's head ; 
it seemed a gulf ! I put in more and more, having Frank 
hold his hands closely around the top of the head ; but still 
the blood flowed. Then I sprinkled the powdered alum 
over all thickly until there was only one little round hole 
just in the middle ; I made a little ball of cotton and alum 
and pressed it down into the hole with my finger and it 
was done. I gave him the milk I had carried, had the house 
cleared of people, and left, ordering that when the doctor 
came, I should be sent for. 

A day passed, and when I sent milk, the message came back 
that the doctor had been there, looked at him, and gone away. 
I began to feel very unhappy over the heterogeneous contents 
of Wishy's head, but if I had not stopped the flow in some 
way, he would have been dead certainly — his pulse was 
just a flutter. I tried not to worry over it. The third day 
a runner came to say: "De docta' cum." With all speed 
I had Prue put in the buckboard and drove out. I had 
never seen the doctor and was surprised to find a fine-looking 
man in possession of the cabin. He called for a razor, said 
he could do nothing until he shaved Wishy's head. There 
was confusion among the numerous darkies who crowded round 
the house. At last it was agreed that Uncle Jack had the 
only razor in the street (as they call the negro quarters) 
that could cut. While a woman went for the razor, the doctor 
told Annette he must have hot water, and she proceeded to 
put a tomato can full of water on the fire ; but he peremp- 
torily ordered a large pot carefully washed, filled with water, 
and put on the fire. When the razor came, it was too dull 
to be of any use until the doctor had sharpened it, and then 
he shaved all of the woolly head. 

I watched the man's proceedings with a growing feeling 
of shame. I had gone there to keep my eye on him, to pre- 
vent any roughness or carelessness to the patient, and he 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 19 

could not have been gentler or more interested and careful if he 
had been treating the Prince of Wales himself. It was a long 
business ; with an endless stream of hot water from a foun- 
tain-syringe he removed from the hollow depths of Wishy's 
skull all the wonderful packing with which I had filled it, 
and I went away satisfied. 

Day after day for three weeks he came and dressed the 
wound, until Wishy's head was restored to its normal state. 
Then he sent a bill for $20, which Wishy begged me to pay, 
and he would gradually return the money to me as he worked. 
Of course, I paid it, and, sad to say, not one dollar has ever 
been returned to me. Wishy married the next winter, and 
moved to a neighboring plantation. He has never even 
sent me a string of herring, though he has had a net for two 
years and caught great quantities which he sold readily at 
a cent apiece. 

During the run of herring in the spring they crowd up the 
little streams in the most extraordinary way, just piling on 
top of each other in their haste to reach the very source of 
the stream, apparently. I suppose one little leader must 
wave its little tail and cry "excelsior" to the others. At 
a small bridge over a shallow creek near here a barrelful has 
been taken with a dip-net in an afternoon. But it takes 
a meditative, not to say an idle person, to watch for the 
special day and hour when the herring are seized by the im- 
pulse to ascend that particular stream. 

I must stop now, not having said anything I meant to say, 
having been led away by the thought of my lost S20 and 
how very useful it would be to me now, and I will have to 
leave other things for another day. 

Patience Pennington. 

P.S. In future I will not write you a letter, but keep a 
diary and send you a few sheets from time to time. P. P. 



20 A WOMAN MICE PLANTER 

Peaceville, September 1. 

Had a trying day at the plantation, making an effort to 
get hay properly stacked, and was detained late. I had told 
Jonadab to wash the buckboard and grease the wheels, 
which he had done very thoroughly, for I could hear the 
grease crackling, and Ruth was travelling very fast when 
the world seemed to come to an end. 

I did not know what had happened, but flew to Ruth's 
head and quieted her, though she had dragged the buck- 
board some distance before I could stop her. I do not know 
what became of Dab at first, for I didn't see him until I had 
stopped Ruth, when he came up, stuttering fearfully, and 
said : — 

''The wheel is lef behind." 

The front wheel had rolled off. I told him to go and bring 
it and put it on, though I did not see how he was to do it 
alone and I could not possibly help, as it was all I could do 
to hold Ruth. Jonadab, however, has a way of surprising 
me by unexpected capacity, just as a variety from my con- 
stant surprise over his awkwardness. 

On this occasion he held the wheel in one hand while he 
lifted the axle with the other and got the wheel on. Then 
I sent him to look for the nut, but I felt it was a forlorn chance, 
for it was now quite dark, I was in despair ; we were three 
and a half miles from Peaceville, and if I walked, I would 
have to leave all my impedimenta and only take my basket 
of keys and other small things, such as my diary. 

Most of the planters go home at sunset, and I feared they 
had all passed, and I could not see my way to any solution. 
Just as I had come to the conclusion that even my resourceful 
mind could find no way out of the darkness, two buggies 
drove up and the gentlemen asked what they could do for 
me, I explained the situation, and one of them said : — 

"If you will drive with me. Miss Pennington, Mr, B, will 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 21 

take your things; the boy can ride the horse, and we will 
leave the buckboard here until to-morrow." 

I accepted the hospitality of his buggy with many thanks. 
The transfer of freight was made. Dab took Ruth out, and 
I rolled the vehicle into the woods, as I could not bear that 
my buckboard should be left on the roadside, a spectacle 
of a breakdown. Just as it was all accomplished Dab stam- 
mered out : — • 

"I find de nut." 

Great surprise, for this was fully 100 yards in front of the 
spot where the wheel had run off, but he said he felt it under 
his foot and picked it up and showed it in his hand. Mr. 
H. said : — 

''That boy could never have put the nut on at all after 
greasing it !" 

Dab was vociferous as to his having put it on and screwed 
it tight. I was beyond conjecture, and too thankful to 
question. Very rapidly the transfer was made back to my 
vehicle, Mr. H. remarking, "Your buckboard takes easily 
more than our two buggies." 

I thanked them heartily for their chivalrous aid, and we 
all drove on home. 

After the agitation had somewhat subsided, I asked Dab, 
who was sitting behind, if he had really put the tap on or 
not. He answered with great certainty : — 

"Yes, ma'am; yes, ma'am; I did put it on; I know I 
did, en screwed it tight — " 

I did not contradict him, but said, "Think about it; go 
back in your mind and remember just what you did, and 
where you put the nut when you took off this wheel, which 
you say you greased last." 

After two miles in silence I heard convulsed sounds from 
the back, and finally out came " No-o-o, Miss Pashuns; no 
ma'am, I never put that nut on ; I put it on the front o' 



22 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

the buckboard, an' when I put the wheel on, I went for a 
drink of water, and never did put the nut back — no, ma'am, 
I never put it back. I left it setting on the front of the 
buckboard." 

When Dab finally gets started after stuttering and splut- 
tering, he cannot bear to stop talking, but keeps repeating his 
statement over and over with delight at the glib way in which 
the words come out, and I have to say mildly, "That will do, 
Dab," and even then I hear him saying them over to himself. 

After stopping his flow of speech I told him it was a great 
relief to know exactly what had happened, and I hoped it 
would be a lesson to him all his life and make him feel that he 
was a responsible being ; that I trusted him with important 
work, and how if it had not been for God's great goodness, 
I might be lying on the road with a broken neck and he with 
both legs broken. I did all I could to make him feel what a 
mercy it had been, and he seemed deeply impressed. Ruth 
behaved beautifully during the whole thing, so I gave her a 
saucer of sugar when we got home. 

Saturday, September 9. 

Have been ill ever since the happy incident the other night, 
but this afternoon I felt impelled to go into the plantation. 
I had planned to send Chloe in with the money for Bonaparte 
to pay off, but at the last minute got up and went myself. 

As soon as he saw me Green said : " Glad you cum, ma'am. 
Nana's got de colic turrible en we dunno w'at to do fur her." 

I forgot that I was myself decrepit and flew to the house 
and got a bottle of colic cure and a box of axle-grease. I 
always keep aconite, but had none, but fortunately had not 
returned this bottle of horse medicine which I had borrowed 
when Ruth was sick. It said a teaspoonful every half hour, 
but I knew my time was short and Nana was desperately ill, 
so I gave a teaspoonful every ten minutes. 

She would just throw her great body down with such force 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 23 

that it seemed she mus-t break every bone in it, roll over and 
over, and pick herself up and flop down again before you could 
attempt to head her off. While she was down, I made Green 
and Dab rub her heavily with axle-grease. 

I myself put the medicine in her mouth, holding her 
head up and her lips tight together until she had swallowed 
it. She has such confidence in me that she did not resist at 
all, but kept quite still while I did it. I gave her six doses, 
and then it was dark, and I suddenly became aware that 
I was very tired and could do no more. I told Nana good- 
by, for I never expect to see her again. 

My poor dear little Irish terrier, who is my shadow and 
constant companion, is very ill. For three days he has 
neither eaten nor drunk. His throat seems paralyzed, 
and he looks at me with such superhuman eyes that it makes 
me miserable, for I can do nothing for him. 

I take a bowl of water to him and he buries his little nose 
in it, but cannot swallow or even snuff it up. I can get 
nothing down his throat, so that it is impossible to treat him. 

Sunday. 

Poor little Snap was so ill and made such a constant 
appeal to me for help which I could not give, that I felt it 
was cruel to let him suffer longer, so I sent to Miss Penelope 
for a bottle of chloroform. He followed me from room to 
room, a feeble skeleton, all eyes, and still I tried to give him 
milk, and when he turned his head from that, I gave him water 
into which he would feebly dip his little black-tipped mouth. 

At last I took him in my arms and put him on a soft 
cushion in a tall banana box ; then I cut several pieces of 
very savory roast beef and put them all around his little 
muzzle. He could not eat them, but he could smell them, 
and I could see by his eye that it was a comfort to him to 
have them there. 



24 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

Then I filled a sponge with chloroform and put it into a 
cone which I had made of pasteboard and put it over his 
head and covered up the whole thing with a heavy rug. 
After two hours I sent Dab to look in, and he came back 
radiant to say that Snap was quite well. 

I went to look, and the dear little doggie roused himself 
from a delightful nap to look at me. All expression of 
suffering and appeal was gone from his eyes. He looked 
supremely happy and comfortable, and after glancing up 
at me he tucked his head down on the roast beef and went to 
sleep again. 

I wet the sponge and once more left him. When I took 
him out the next morning, I could not believe he was dead, 
so perfectly happy and natural did he look. Dab dug his 
grave in my little garden, and I laid him to rest, feeling the 
loneliest mortal on earth when I got through. 

September. 

When I went in to Cherokee yesterday, I was amazed to 
find Nana quite recovered. I had told Bonaparte if she 
showed any disposition to eat, to give her rough rice instead 
of either oats or com, and it seems to have been a happy 
thought, for it has agreed with her, and though weak still 
and much skinned and bruised by the way she threw herself 
about, she seemed quite well. 

This is the eighty-eighth birthday of the sainted friend 
whom I visit every day. Every one in the little village sent 
her some little offering, so that her room was full of flowers 
and dainty trifles, and she enjoyed them so much. Though 
unable to eat anything and nearly blind, her interest in 
everything and everybody is vivid. 

This afternoon, as Dab was putting the demijohn of milk 
in the box preparatory to leaving Cherokee, and I was 
standing in front of him screwing the top on the jar of cream 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 25 

to put in the same box, suddenly he dropped the demijohn 
and leaped in the air, uttering the most terrij&c Comanche 
yells I ever heard. I nearly dropped the jar of cream at 
the sound ; he fled away still yelling. 

My mind is fertile in horrors, and I said to myself, "The 
boy has gone mad !" I was terror struck. 

When he finally stopped, some distance away, I called out, 
"What is the matter, Jonadab?" He just pointed to a 
spot near where I stood and began to yell again, "Snake run 
across my foot." 

The relief was so great that I looked composedly on the 
big snake, but called in a tone of unwonted severity, "You 
must come and kill it." I knew the only thing to prevent 
Dab from going into a fit was to be severe in my tone, and 
peremptory. 

Most reluctantly and slowly he returned. I cannot 
imagine why the snake elected to stay in the ivy to meet 
its fate ; it was sluggish, evidently having swallowed some- 
thing large, either a rat or another snake, for it was very 
stout. I made Dab find a long strong stick. It required 
continued urging and encouragement to get Dab to complete 
the job, but as soon as it was done and he felt himself victor 
over the thing which had terrified him so, he became puffed 
up with pride and courage. 

September 30. 

The storm is over, and all nature is smiling. Oh, the 
beauty of the sunshine falling on the dark green pines and 
the ecstasy of the song of the mocking-bird, who is perched 
on a tall pine just east of the piazza, splitting his little throat, 
trying to give vent to his joy and thanksgiving to the Great 
Father ! If one could only bottle up a little of this sunshine 
and glory and ecstasy to bring out on some gray morning 
when one's blessings seem too far away to be remembered ! 

I am just writing a fine while Dab is having his breakfast 



26 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

and putting Ruth in the buckboard before we start for 
Cherokee to see the damage done by the winds and the deluge 
of rain which fell for twenty-four hours. The cotton had 
opened more fully Saturday than it yet had done, but a 
slight drizzle prevented its being picked. I fear the hay 
which was stacked will all have to be taken down. 

8 P.M. — Spent the day at Cherokee fighting with incom- 
petency and unwillingness. 

The loose, irregular stacks of hay were, of course, wet to 
the heart, and I had them taken down entirely, much to 
Green's dismay. He thought it purely folly and fussiness, 
and I had to stand by and see it done, lending a helping 
hand now and then, to get it done at all. 

He was loud in his abuse of Gibbey, his brother, for his 
incompetency and determination not to work, saying, 
"He's too striffiin' to lib," but that he himself was capable 
of everything ; not only stacking hay, but everything else, 
he did in the most perfect way. I let him talk on, for his 
manner was respectful, and I was really interested and amused 
to see unveiled his opinion of himself. 

It would be very comfortable to see one's self in that perfect 
light, instead of being always so fiercely conscious of one's 
own shortcomings. I almost envied Green his fool's paradise. 

I went to a stack which he assured he had '"zamined, an' 
it was puffectly dry, 'cause, I put dat stack up myself." 
With ease I ran my hand in up to the elbow and brought out 
a handful of soaking wet hay. But that had no effect; he 
said that was some he had just thrown back, fearing to have 
it exposed, as it might rain, looking wisely at the clear sky. 

One has to pray inwardly all the time to keep from a 
mighty outburst. He is better than any one else I could 
get just now. 

Spent some time in the cotton-field seeing that the first 
pickings were spread on sheets in the sun so as to dry thor- 



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27 



oughly. I had put some peanuts in my pockets for the little 
girls, Jean and Kitty, and I stayed talking to them a little 
while. 

They have up to this time "minded child," that is, each 
has lived with a married sister and taken care of their .,;^ 
babies. They do not look as though they had enjoyed , "■ 
life, nor have they learned anything, and I 
am anxious to brighten them up a little 
and teach them to take an interest and 
pride in their work. Thus far I cannot 
boast of my success, as to-day Jean pi('k( 
six pounds and Kitty four ! 




^-".. 



7<j 






Green thought it was 
folly and fussiness. 



October 1. 

Another gorgeous autumn day, 
with just enough white clouds fly- 
ing here and there to make shad- 
ows. The cowpeas were picked to- 
day, and they are bearing finely, and 
the people know how to pick them ; it 
is not like the cotton. One woman who never can pick more 
than twenty pounds of cotton had seventy pounds of peas, 
and Eva had ninety pounds. I feel better satisfied with the 
day's work than usual. 

I got the hay which had been dried put in the barn, which 
is much better than stacking it, when no one knows how, 
but I could only do that because the ground is too wet to 
run the mowing machine ; thus I could use the team to haul 
in the hay. One of the renters came up and paid his money 
quite voluntarily, which is so unusual that it put me in good 
spirits for the day. 

October 3. 

To-day is too beautiful for words. As I went into the 
sun-swept piazza this morning I felt, like the mocking-birds, 



28 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

an ecstasy of gratitude for so much beauty. I did wish so 
I could take a day off and sit in the piazza and just bask in 
the beauty of everything and breathe the crisp freshness of 
the first fall weather and sew. 

I am making a suit of white flannel woven from the wool 
of my own sheep. I have embroidered the revers and cuffs 
of the jacket and nearly finished it, and want it to wear 
these delightfully cool mornings, but I cannot stay to-day. 

I must get through my home duties as quickly as possible 
and make my daily visit to the bedside of my saintly friend, 
who, having begun her life in wealth and having in middle 
age been reduced to poverty, has passed fourscore and eight 
years, a beautiful example of woman, wife, and mother, and 
is now slowly passing through the valley of the shadow. 
This is my greatest pleasure and privilege, and whatever 
other duty is hurried over, to this I give full time. 

To hold daily converse with one who, after lying three 
months in hourly pain, is serene and calm, nay, joyous with 
gratitude for His many mercies (which some might need a 
microscope to discover), is a rare opportunity of seeing a true 
follower of the Blessed One, and I come away always feeling 
as though I had quenched my thirst at a living stream, 
refreshed and strengthened. 

On the plantations, too, things look bright. The pea-vine 
hay is falling heavy and sweet behind the mowing machine, 
and what was cut yesterday has dried nicely and will be 
raked into windrows this afternoon. The crab-grass hay is 
also dry and ready to be stacked again. The cotton is open- 
ing well, and we can make a good picking to-morrow. 

As I went into the pea-field, where the women were sing- 
ing as they picked, I came upon a spider who was too large 
to stand upon a silver dollar. I was most reluctant to kill 
him, for he was doubtless the Hitachiyama of his race. 

He scorned to run, or even move quickly away, so sure 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 29 

was he that he was invincible and need fear no foe, and it 
did seem too unfair to crush out his httle greatness, but the 
bite of such a spider would mean serious illness, if not death, 
and there were all the women, most of them with bare feet, 
to run the risk of being stung, so I dealt the fatal blow. 

Some of the women picked ninety pounds, and Jean picked 
forty and Kitty thirty-six. 

October 4. 

Job knew what he was talking about when he said : "Man 
is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward." I went to 
Cherokee in quite an excitement this morning because the 
cotton-field was snowy yesterday and I expected to make a 
big picking, but last night, on a plantation three miles away, 
an old woman died and not a creature has come out to work. 

Eva is the "Presidence of the Dessiety," her son tells me, 
to which Linette belonged, and so, of course, she could not 
be expected to work to-day, but the other women have no 
such eminence nor can they claim kin nor even friendship : 
meanwhile should the weather change and a rain come doAvn, 
my precious cotton will be ruined. 

October 5. 

Another brilliant morning, but no hands in the cotton- 
field but Eva. She, having accomphshed the duties falhng 
on her as "presidence" of the burial society and pinked out 
yards and yards of frilling for the dressing of the coffin and 
shroud and sat up all last night, did not feel bound to remain 
to the funeral, as they had not been friends; indeed the 
departed Linette had been the cause of great domestic 
infelicity to Eva, so she came and picked her usual thirty- 
five pounds alone. 

I sent Dab to pick for a short time, and he did very well, 
picking eleven pounds in about an hour. Then I went in 
and picked for about fifteen minutes myself. 

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30 A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 

a pound and a half and found it very easy and interesting, 
even exciting work, and I am no wiser than I was before. 
If I was not afraid of the sun, I would have gone on all day, 
or rather until 2 o'clock, for it clouded up after that, and I 
came home in a pouring rain, which continues at bedtime. 

October 6. 

A beautiful bright Sunday after a night of heavy rain. 
The thought of the wasting cotton had to be sternly put 
aside. I had to visit the wonderful invalid before I could 
get rid of the nagging thought, "If only the cotton had been 
picked ! " After that the glorious sunshine and singing birds 
had their full value, and the seventh-day peace reigned 
within as well as without. 

I have a little class in the afternoon on my piazza for a 
Sunday lesson, eight little boys and one golden-haired, 
blue-eyed little girl. At first, I had some difficulty in getting 
them to come, for they always have such a good time play- 
ing that it seemed to them a great waste of the golden hours 
to come to Sunday-school. 

Some of them said they were willing to come and sing 
hymns, but they did not Avant an}^ lesson. However, I 
found one little fellow who wanted the lesson, so I told him 
to invite any one who wanted the lesson to come with him 
at 4.30 o'clock the next Sunday afternoon, but no one else. 

Punctually at the hour three little boys and one little girl 
arrived, while the other boys in the village played up and 
down before my gate most ostentatiously, so that little 
heads could not help turning to see what was going on, and 
in the midst of one of the Commandments, I heard a squeaky 
little voice, "I wonder what those fellows are laughing at !" 
for they had got up a great burst out in the road, quite a 
stage laugh. 

However, we got through comfortably and went into the 



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sitting-room to the piano, and I asked each one to choose 
a hymn which we sang. At the second hymn one of the boys 
from the road joined us, but I seemed unconscious of his pres- 
ence, and when the singing was over, I invited the first four into 
the dining-room and handed them some little sponge cakes. 

The next Sunday there was a full attendance and has been 
ever since. The lesson has to be carefully selected, as there 
are four denominations represented, so I take the Lambeth 
platform and teach the Creed, the Lord's Prayer, and the 
Ten Commandments. After that I tell them Bible stories, 
beginning with the thrilling narration of the Creation and the 
Garden of Eden. 

When I first told how Eve was tempted to eat the fatal 
apple, and Adam too was tempted, and they were driven out 
from that beautiful spot to earn their living in the sweat of 
their brows, the interest was breathless, and one little fellow 
asked : — 

"Miss Patience, what would have happened if they had 
never eaten the apple ? Would they have stayed in the 
garden?" 

"Yes," I said with confidence. 

"And never had to wear any clothes ? " 

More faintly I answered "No, I suppose not." 

"Well," he said, "the garden would have had to be made 
much bigger for all the children that were to come." 

"Yes," I said, "I suppose the whole world would have 
been a garden," but I was glad to leave the subject and get 
on to firmer ground. 

However, this Sunday when I asked them to tell me the 
story, they went on swimmingly until I asked who ate the 
apple first. Most chivalrously they all answered, "Adam." 

"No," I said, "I am sorry to say it was Eve." 

"Then," piped up the squeaky little voice, "then, Miss 
Patience, women are badder than men." 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 33 

"Oh, no," I exclaimed, "but Eve was beguiled by the 
serpent, who told her the fruit would make her wise. The 
great Creator made man first, and meant him to be the 
protector and guide of the woman, and when she offered him 
the apple, he should have refused and said, 'Light of my 
eyes, we must not eat it. The Great Being who made us 
and gave us this beautiful home forbid us to eat of that 
fruit.' But Adam failed in his duty and ate the apple, and 
they were driven out." 

My sturdy little brown-eyed thinker, who had been lis- 
tening with profound attention, said : — 

"Miss Patience, what would have happened if Eve had 
eat the apple and Adam hadn't?" 

I was completely routed. "I cannot think what would 
have happened then." 

There was a chorus of little voices : " Why, Eve would have 
been driven out, and he would have the garden for hisself." 

I am quite sure when I was small we never asked such 
questions. Perhaps when it was read, as it used to be, in 
the Bible language, it did not take such hold on the mind as 
it does when narrated, but I am so eager to get their interest 
and attention that I tell them the stories instead of reading 
them, and with such success that nothing but force could 
keep them away. 

Always have to light the lamp before we finish singing, but 
no one will give up his hymn, and as I read over each verse very 
slowly before we sing it, and they repeat it after me, it takes a 
good while. It is wonderful how quickly they learn the words. 

One very small boy, who strayed in for the first time, 
when I told him he could choose a hymn asked for "Yankee 
Doodle," greatly to the amusement of those who had been 
coming two months. It is a pleasure to teach such bright 
children. At the end I always hand a few chocolates or 
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Casa Bianca, October 8, 1903. 
The harvest has come and with it real harvest weather — 
crisp, cool, clear ; and the bowed heads of the golden grain 
glow in the sun- shine. The hurricane which 

was reported ^i^y-^"^^"^^^^;^ as wandering around last 
week fright- y^'^}i<^/-^t^^i ened me terribly, but 



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" You see a stack of rice approaching, and you perceive a pair of 
legs, or a skirt, as the case may be, peeping from beneath." 

was full ripe, and though we have had some light showers, 
there has been no serious bad weather. To-day the hands 
are "toting" the rice into the flats. 

You see a stack of rice approaching, and as it makes its 
way across the plank which bridges the big ditch, you per- 
ceive a pair of legs or a skirt, as the case may be, peeping 
from beneath. Men, women, and children all carry, what 
look like immense loads, on their heads, apparently without 



36 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

effort. This is the gayest week of the year. Thursday the 
field was cut down by the hands with small reap-hooks, the 
long golden heads being carefully laid on the tall stubble to 
dry until the next day, when it was tied into sheaves, which 
the negroes do very skilfully with a wisp of the rice itself. 
Saturday it was stacked in small cocks to dry through 
Sunday, and to-day it is being loaded into the flats, having 
had every advantage of weather. 

If only no rain or wind comes until it is unloaded at 
Cherokee, fifteen miles up the river ! I have sent for a tug 
to tow the two flats up on the flood-tide this evening — just 
now it is dead low water, and the flats are aground, which 
always scares me ; for, if by any chance they get on a log or 
any inequality, they get badly strained and often leak and 
ruin the rice. Flats are one of the heavy expenses on a rice 
plantation — large, flat-bottomed boats from twenty to 
eighty feet long and from ten to twelve feet wide, propelled 
in the most primitive way by poles and steered by one huge 
oar a^t the stern. They can be loaded up very high if the 
rice is properly stowed. 

I have sent to try and get some rice-birds for my dinner. 
These are the most delicious little morsels, so small one can 
easily eat six for breakfast, and a man makes nothing of a 
dozen for dinner. We used to get them in great abundance 
only a few years ago, but now the rice-bird industry has 
become so big a thing we find it very hard to get any at all. 
Formerly a planter hired bird minders, furnished powder 
and shot, and got several dozen birds from each one; but 
now the negro men go at night with blazing torches into the 
old rice-fields, which are densely grown up in water-grasses 
and reeds, the birds are blinded and dazed by the light, and 
as the fat little bodies sway about on the slender growth 
upon which they rest, they are easily caught, their necks 
wrung, and they are thrust into the sack which each man has 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 37 

tied in front of him. In this way a man sometimes gets a 
bushel by the time the reddening dawn brings him home, 
and he finds waiting for him on the shore buyers from the 
nearest town, who are ready to pay thirty cents a dozen for 
the birds, so that one or two nights of this sport give as much 
as a month's labor. Of course, it is hard to come out to cut 
rice the next day, so probably illness is pleaded as an excuse 
for his absence in the field. 

This makes it more and more difficult to get the rice 
harvested; no one but one of African descent could spend 
his nights in the rice-field, where the air is heavy with the 
moist malaria, so it is his opportunity. The shooting of 
rice-birds has almost gone out, for the bird minders are so 
careless. They shoot into the rice and so destroy as much as 
the birds, almost ; now blank cartridges are almost entirely 
used to scare the birds. Going round the field one day with 
Marcus, I said, with great relief: "I'm so glad not to see a 
single bird to-day." He laughed and said : "Miss, wait till 
de bird minders shoot." In a few seconds the bird minders 
became aware of my approach and up and fired very nearly 
at the same time. The birds rose in clouds so that the sun 
seemed darkened for a few seconds, and the noise of their 
wings was deafening. It seemed tantalizing not to be able 
to get any to eat. In spite of the tremendous report of the 
firing, it did no execution, for the old-fashioned muskets 
which are used have an enormous load of very coarse powder, 
but no shot. 

Now, my flats are loaded, and I must start on my twelve- 
mile drive to the pine-land. As soon as I can have the flats 
unloaded I must send them back for the hands to harvest 
their rice. I do not pretend to overlook this. I try to put 
them on their mettle to do the best possible. Some respond, 
but the majority just poke along, doing as little as possible 
each day, so as to have longer time to strip the rice from the 



38 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

straw, and carry it home in bags, so that when it comes 
to mill, there is not enough to pay their rent. They know 
how I hate to take all they bring, I so like for them to have 
a nice little pile of their own to ship ; it is very hard for 
me to believe what the foreman tells me, that they have 
been eating this rice for three weeks past. 

October 16. 

I have threshed the May rice, and it has turned out very 
well, considering the hard time it had for two months after 
it was planted. My wages field made twenty-five bushels 
to the acre and the hands nearly the same, only a little less, 
but it is good rice and weighs forty-six pounds to the bushel ; 
and as I hear every one complaining of very light rice, I am 
thankful it is so good. 

October 17. 

I have had an offer of SI. 05 for my rice in the rough, and 
I am going to take it, though I shall miss the cracked rice 
and the flour which we get when the rice is milled, and the 
rice will have to be bagged and sewed up, which is a great 
deal of work ; but Mr. S. will pay for it at my mill, and that 
will relieve my anxiety about money. 

October 18. 

A hard day's work, but the sale has been most satisfactory, 
for as the standard weight per bushel for rice is forty-five, 
and my rice weighs forty-six or forty-seven, I have a good 
many more dollars than I had bushels, which is very cheer- 
ing ; and I have had grip and am greatly in need of cheering. 
Mr. S. weighed every sack and put down the weights and 
then added up the interminable lines of figures. I added 
them, too, but was thankful I did not have the responsibility, 
for they came out differently each time I went over them. 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 39 

October 24. 

The harvest of my June field (wages) began to-day. 
Though very weak and miserable from grip, I drove the 
twelve miles to Casa Bianca, and in a lovely white pique suit 
went down on the bank. I timed myself to get there about 
12 o'clock, and as I expected I met a procession of dusky 
young men and maidens coming out of the field. I greeted 
them with pleasant words and compliments on their nice 
appearance, as they all reserve their gayest, prettiest clothes 
for harvest, and I delight to see them in gay colors, and am 
careful to pay them the compliment of putting on something 
pretty myself, which they greatly appreciate. After "pass- 
ing the time of day," as they call the ordinary polite greet- 
ings, I asked each : " How much have you cut ? " "A quarter, 
Miss." "Well, turn right back and cut another quarter — 
why, surely, Tom, you are not content to leave the field 
with only a quarter cut! It is but a weakling who would 
do that !" And so on till I have turned them all back and 
so saved the day. 

A field of twenty-six acres is hard to manage, and unless 
you can stir their pride and enthusiasm they may take a 
week over it. One tall, slender girl, a rich, dark brown, and 
graceful as a deer, whose name is Pallas, when I ask, "How 
much?" answers, "Three-quarters, Ma'am, an' I'm just 
goin' to get my break'us an' come back an' cut another 
quarter." That gives me something to praise, which is 
always such a pleasure. Then two more young girls have 
each cut a half acre, so I shame the men and urge them not 
to let themselves be outdone ; and in a little while things are 
swimming. I break down some of the tops of the canes and 
make a seat on the bank, and as from time to time they come 
down to dip their tin buckets in the river to drink, I offer 
them a piece of candy and one or two biscuits, which I always 
carry in the very stout leather satchel in which I keep my 
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Though the sun is fiery, I feel more cheerful than I have 
for a good while. The field of rice is fine, Marcus says, — 
''Miss, I put my flag on dat fiel','' — and insists it will make 
over forty bushels to the acre. I don't throw cold water on 
his enthusiasm, but I know it will not. However, the rice 
is tall, and the golden heads are long and thick. I count a 
few heads and find 200 grains on one or two, and am almost 
carried away with Marcus's hope, but will not allow myself 
to think how much it will make. One year this field put in 
the bank $1080, but I know it will not do that this year. 
There is no use to think of it. 

I stayed on the bank until sunset to encourage the slow 
workers to finish their task. All the work in this section is 
based on what was the ''task" in slavery times. That it was 
very moderate is proved by the fact that the smart, brisk 
workers can do two or three "tasks" in a day, but the lazy 
ones can never be persuaded to do more than one task, 
though they may finish it by 11 o'clock. I feel placid to- 
night, for half the field is cut down and will dry on the stubble 
all day to-morrow. 

October 26. 

Drove down to Casa Bianca as early as I could and found 
the hands cutting merrily. As soon as each one had cut a 
half acre they turned in and tied that cut on Saturday and 
stacked it in small cocks. 

Again I am cheered and rested by the beauty around me. 
The sun is gorgeous, though the autumn haze is all over the 
wide expanse of level fields with every hue of green and gold. 
I get in the small patches of shade made by the tall canes 
and feast my eyes and thank the Great Artist who has made 
it all so beautiful. 

The three flats are in position for loading to-morrow, the 
wind is still west, and so I hope the fair weather may last. 
My supply of candy and biscuits is much appreciated. I 



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make my own lunch on the biscuits and a bottle of artesian 
water, which I always take with me. I would as soon think 
of eating snake's eggs as of drinking the river water, so full 
is it of animal life, I am sure. I know how it would look 
under a powerful microscope. 

October 31. 

Spent yesterday in the mill threshing out my rice, most 
trying to me of all the work, the dust is so terrible ; but the 
mill worked well, and so did the hands — and better than all, 
the rice turned out well, thirty-five bushels to the acre, and 

good, heavy rice. So I 
felt rewarded for the dust 
and other trials. I was 
so determined to prevent 
stealing that I engaged 
the sheriff's constable to 
watch on the nights that 
the rice was stacked in the 
barnyard ; and now that 
expense is over, and the 
pile is safe in the second 
story of the shipping barn. 
Next I have to thresh 
out the people's rice from 
Casa Bianca, which will 
be up in a day or two ; then I will have a little time to 
have the upland crops seen after before the rice here, at 
Cherokee, which was planted very late, will be ready to cut. 

Cherokee, November 4. 

Yesterday I had my wages field of rice here cut. It is 
only eleven acres of very poor rice, which has cost a good 
deal of money, owing to the freshets. The only thing to be 
done now was to get it in with as little expense as possible, 




Front porch — Casa Bianca. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 43 

SO I announced yesterday that it must be in the barnyard 
to-night. Bonaparte looked wise, smiled in a superior way, 
and said that was impossible — that perhaps by Tuesday it 
could be got in. I didn't dispute his wisdom or argue with 
him. I simply went into the field with the hands in the 
morning, yesterday, and stayed until it was all cut down. 
I told Bonaparte to put a watchman in the field, and left 
the choice to him. He said he would put Elihu ; so I rested 
content until about 10 o'clock, when I began to get anxious 
about it. The best planter in my neighborhood had told me 
he had never known the stealing of rice so bad from the field. 
He attributed it to there being so little planted as high up 
the river on account of the freshet, so that rice is very 
scarce. This rice had not been good enough to warrant the 
expense of the constable, but I did not wish to lose the little 
that was there, so I determined to go over and see for myself. 
I called a negro boy of about sixteen years whom I had 
recently taken into my service, and asked him if he was afraid 
to row me over to the field. He hesitated and I went on : 
"I want to take some lightwood and a blanket over to Elihu, 
who is watching, for the night is very cold." At once he said 
he was not afraid at all, as the moon was bright. When 
I ran up to my room to get my wraps and my good Chloe 
found I was going, she said : "Miss Patience, le' me go wid 
you ; I know well how fo' paddle boat, en yo ain't long git 
dat boy, en yu dun know ef 'e kin manige boat at night." 
Of course I was delighted to take Chloe ; I sent Jake for 
lightwood, she took the blanket and I the matches. The 
getting in the boat was the darkest part, but once out on the 
river it was perfectly lovely — such a glorious night, the air 
so crisp and exhilarating. As we neared the field Chloe 
entreated me to be careful when I got out on the bank, for 
Elihu might take us for thieves and shoot ; but I went very 
fearlessly, for I had a conviction that there was no Elihu 
there, and so it proved. 



44 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

I told Jake to kindle a large fire in a sheltered comer of the 
bank, while Chloe and I walked all the way round the field. 
I can't describe the weird peace of the scene ; and to make it 
more ghostlike Chloe insisted on speaking in a low whisper, 
as becoming the time and place, and reminding me that people 
from the next place might be hiding all around. No sign of 
any marauder, however, appeared, and I knew the fire on the 
bank would give the impression that I had installed my 
friend the constable, so I went back to the house entirely 
satisfied with the expedition. I charged Jake to say nothing 
on the subject to any one. Why will one try to exact the 
impossible ? I lost my man, who has been with me fifteen 
years, this fall, and Jake is the substitute for the present. 

To-day I stayed in the field again all day and succeeded 
in getting the rice tied and put in the flat by sunset. Then 
I said the flat must be taken up to the barn, but Bonaparte 
said that could not be done because there was "'gen tide." 
Of course all the men echoed that it was impossible, but I 
laughed at the idea, and climbing to the top of the rice, I sat 
there and told two of the young men to take the poles and 
push the flat out into the river — having privately asked 
old Ancrum who had stowed the flat if it was true that a 
flat could not go against the tide, and having heard from him 
that it was nonsense. The men pushed the flat out and 
poled it up the river with the greatest ease, and before dark 
it was safely staked under the flat house, so that my mind 
will be at rest about it to-morrow. 

November 6. 

Threshed out the rice to-day. It made only twenty 
bushels to the acre, and I hear rice has gone down very much. 
The hands now are whipping out the seed rice, which is a 
tedious business, but no planter in this county will use mill- 
threshed rice for seed. Mr. S., who bought my rice and who 
travels all over the South buying rice for a mill in North 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 45 

Carolina, told me that everywhere else mill-threshed rice 
was used, simply putting a little more to the acre. Here it 
is thought the mill breaks the rice too much, so the seed rice 
is prepared by each hand taking a single sheaf at a time and 
whipping it over a log, or a smooth board set up, until all the 
rice comes off. Then the sheaves are laid on a clay floor 
and beaten with flails, until nearly every grain has left the 
straw. After all this trouble of course it brings a good 
price — $1.75, $1.50 per bushel, $1.25 being the very cheapest 
to be had. 

November 7. 

The time for paying the taxes will soon be passed, and all 
the negroes on the place have asked me to pay their taxes in 
addition to my own, so that I must sell some rice. Took 
samples to our county town ; I was told they were very good 
rice, but no one wished to buy. I was offered, however, 
82| cents a bushel for one and 85 cents for the other ! I sold 
the smaller lot for 82| and determined to hold the larger part, 
for I feel confident rice must go up by February, and I do so 
want to get $1 a bushel for it, for then I will pay out, but 
otherwise not, after all my work. 

November 12. 

Peaceville has been wrought up to a state of wild excite- 
ment. On Sunday afternoon, when I was expecting my little 
class, only Kitty and the Philosopher and Squeaky came, and 
before I could ask where the others were they burst out : — 

"All the others have gone to hear the lion roar, and to see 
if they could get a peep at him." 

"A lion? Here?" My tone was suitable to the subject. 

"Yes, ma'am ; they put up three big tents while we were 
in church this morning, right in front of the post-office." 

I praised them for coming under such heavy temptations, 
but they exclaimed in chorus : "We didn't want to come — 
mamma made us; we wanted to hear the lion roar, too." 



46 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

At which I was more pleased than ever, and was as rapid as 
possible with the lessons and told no story, though I thought 
Daniel in the lions' den might suit the occasion ; but I soon 
saw that they could listen to nothing under such phenomenal 
circumstances. A very feeble Punch and Judy is the greatest 
show seen here before. 

We sang the hymns, I gave each one an apple, and said 
I would walk down with them to the tents. A most delight- 
ful progress we made, every one having turned out to see the 
unwonted sight. 

Before we got to my gate the King of the Forest began to 
roar tremendously and kept it up, to the awe and delight of 
the humans and the dismay of the animals. Cows refused 
to come up to be milked, but fled to the swamp, and horses 
cowered in their stalls. 

Every one, even the most sedate, had turned out to look 
at the tents. I went with the children until I saw their 
parents and then returned to my piazza. 

Tuesday. 

Yesterday was the grand day. There were two exhibi- 
tions, one at 1 o'clock and at 8 p.m. The two stores were 
shut for the day, and business suspended while the village 
gave itself up to dissipation. 

I had to go to the plantation, having an appointment with 
a carpenter for an important bit of work. It was difficult 
to get Ruth past the tents. I took the plan of stopping to 
talk to every one I met as I approached the green in front of 
the post-office, which was so changed since Saturday, when 
she saw it last. 

Most fortunately the lion did not roar at that time, and 
we got by without accident. Though I have seen a great 
many fine wild beasts, the excitement in the air gained me, 
and I was anxious for Chloe to choose the morning perfor- 
mance as I had to be away then ; but Chloe, when I told her 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 47 

she could go morning or evening, whichever she preferred, 
said she would go at night, as she heard that would be the 
grandest. So I could not go, for she would never have 
consented to leave the house and yard unguarded. 

I did not see the show, but I certainly have enjoyed the 
accounts of it and have come to the conclusion that the 
Shelby show might be called a high-class moral entertain- 
ment. The most particular and sedate, not to say prudish, 
were not shocked, and the acrobatic feats amazed every one. 

Peaceville was a great surprise to them also ; they asked 
for a hotel or boarding-house ; there was none. They wanted 
to board somewhere, but no one took boarders. The acro- 
batic star, who, as Chloe described her, hung from the top 
of the tent, dressed in "pink titers," by one foot, holding 
up her fifteen-year-old daughter, also beautiful in pink tights, 
by the foot, said she did not wish to stay in a tent ; she 
never did ; she wanted to be in a house, and finally some 
ladies who lived near the place where the tents were pitched 
said they had an empty house in their yard which they 
would fix for her, and it being Sunday afternoon and no 
servants were to be found, the ladies themselves put beds in 
the house and made it comfortable for the acrobat ladies, 
and when these offered to pay, were quite shocked and sur- 
prised and said there was no charge ; they were glad to have 
been able to make them comfortable. 

Chloe and Dab have both given me thrilling accounts of 
the lady dressed in pure silver, a very stout lady who took 
the head of a snake, bigger round than Dab's body, and 
stroked it and laid it on her breast: "Her color was quite 
change while she did it, en the snake lick out 'e tongue en 
you could see the lady trimble an' it was byutiful." 

Altogether for many days joy will reign in the memory of 
these delights. It was conducted with great dignity, and 
there was no confusion or trouble, which seems wonderful, 



48 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

for there were great crowds of darkies coming from miles 
around and only about thirty white people all together. Yet 
they had the seats arranged on different sides, so that all 
were satisfied. The lion was given part of a kid before the 
spectators, and then he stopped roaring. 

November 18. 

Green has returned to work ; that is, he milked this morning 
and hauled one load of manure to the field. His cousin, 
Wishy, got his kinfolk to buy off the negro who was prosecut- 
ing him for killing his cow, and the case was dropped. 

Long ago, when I kept Wishy from bleeding to death 
by patching up his head, I fear I did not benefit the world. 

I find Elihu has gone ! Moved bag and baggage to my 
neighbor's, where he will have unlimited credit. He owes 
me SIO, which he promised faithfully to pay, and Jean and 
Kitty have walked off in my boots beyond the reach of my 
small efforts to improve them. 

I feel quite sad about it — my heart has always been tender 
to Elihu ; I have had to help him so often. The last time he 
went off to make "big money," as they call it, on some timber 
work he came back very ill, and for a month I took him nour- 
ishment and medicine daily, in spite of which his wife and 
children lived in my potato patch. He was very weak, and 
one day he broke out: "Miss, if I ever lef you 'gen and 
gone off for work any ways else, you sen' for the sheriff en 
tie me. You ben good to me en ten' me, en den de debil 
mek me lef yu fer mek' big money ! en now look a' me ! Yu 
ten' me en yu feed me des de same." 

He is an uncommonly rich shade of black, so that his 
own mother always referred to him as "dat black nigger." 
Under constant and proper supervision he can be very useful, 
but he cannot make himself work every day. He must have 
a compelling hand and head behind him. 

He has ten living children and a smart active young woman 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 49 

for his second wife. When we were planting largely of rice, 
he made a fine living, as he rented sixteen acres — he did the 
ploughing and his family the rest of the work. He had a 
splendid yoke of oxen, which he bought from us, and cows 
and another fine steer he had raised. 

The changes in the conditions in the last few years I do 
not understand, but since McKinley's death steadily the 
negroes have declined in their responsibility and willingness 
to work until now their energies are spent in seeing how little 
they can do and still appear to work so as to secure a day's 
pay. 

Elihu used to be a splendid ploughman, but this spring I 
had him to plough ten acres for me, breaking it up flush. 
The earth was barely scratched, I found afterward, though 
I paid him by the day instead of l^y the acre, fearing he 
would be tempted to hurry over it if I paid by the acre. 

Forage was very scarce, and as long as he ploughed for me 
I told him to give his oxen all they could eat from the hay 
under the barn which was blown down. The two-story 
bam was packed full of hay, some of my best alfalfa, when the 
storm struck it. Of course it took some labor to get the hay 
out, and poor Ehhu, after the mighty effort of ploughing 
one-half acre a day, could not make himself get out more 
than just enough to keep the oxen alive. 

I had urged him from the beginning of the winter to make 
his children gather daily a certain quantity of the gray moss 
with which the oaks are laden and which cattle eat greedily ; 
that would have kept his cows and oxen in good condition, 
but he never did it. 

I had two large sacks gathered every day for my cattle ; 
his went hungry. One by one the cows and young calves 
died, not being accustomed to range like the woods cattle. 

Some time after he finished ploughing for me he drove his 
son up to see a doctor fifteen miles from here in a very bitter 



60 A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 

spell of weather — drove the creatures up without feed, and 
after consulting the doctor turned right back. One ox dropped 
and died two miles from home, the other managed to get back, 
but lay down about 100 yards from my front gate, under the 
trees laden with food which would have saved its life, if given 
in time. I used to take the lantern and go out at night 
to carry food to it, kno^ving that if Elihu saw me feeding 
it he would cease giving the little care which he expended 
on it. 

It struggled on a week and then died. One month before 
he had been offered $60 for the yoke. 

At last he had not an animal left. Then he came to me and 
said he would like to take service with my neighbor by the 
month as ploughman, as he would no longer give him work 
unless he hired to him by the month. I was very sorry, for 
I let him work there all the time when I had no work for him. 
He is a splendid boatman, and I always called on him to 
row me across the river and did not mind wind or waves with 
Elihu at the oars. 

However, I told him he could do so if he paid $1 a month 
for his house — now he has gone, owing me for eight months 
rent besides his tax. Several years ago he was double taxed, 
having neglected to pay at the right time, and since then I 
have always paid his tax when I paid my own. 

He owns some land with timber. When I went to pay the 
tax, I saw two buildings and twenty-five acres and the tax 
was $4. I saw Elihu, I showed him the paper, and asked : — 

"Have you any buildings on the land ?" 

"No, miss, I ent build no house, I ruther stay here, en if 
I sick you ten' me." 

"But, Elihu, the tax paper calls for two houses." 

"Well, miss, ent you know, look like I ought to had house 
by now !" 

"But if you have none, you should not pay tax on one. 



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51 



Now when February comes, which is the month to make 

returns, I will make your return without the house." 

"Well, miss, if you tink so, but I hate fer tek off de house." 
I deprived him of his air castle, but the tax was reduced 

to $2.70, I believe — I must look over the tax receipts to see. 
I always pay Bonaparte's and some others, I am so afraid 

of their putting off until they are double taxed. I do not 

see how I am to 



pay my own 

taxes this 

year; they 

are nearly $200, 



j^:^5Ai^^ 




Elihu was a splendid boatman. 



'AiU^li.H S-"-th. 



and there is nothing coming in. I have many, many valu- 
able things which I would like to sell, but I have no gift that 
way. 

After many struggles I made up my mind to accept an offer 
for my castle in the air, a mountain top in the Sapphire 
region of North Carolina, but the purchaser withdrew ; it is 
so with everything — no one wants to buy anything If our 
valiant, voracious, and vivacious King Stork would only desist 
from his activities while a few small creatures were left it 



52 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

would be a mercy ; but I fear when he gets through, there will 
be none but sharks, devil-fish, and swordfish left. 

November 20, Saturday. 

When Green came this morning, I told him I wanted Bon- 
aparte to sow the oats on the land he has been ploughing 
this week, and he must harrow it in to-day, as the season is 
already late. He seemed shocked and said the land was quite 
too rough for him to get through harrowing the acre and a 
half to-day. 

I in turn was shocked and told him that was absurd and 
that it must be done; that I was distressed to hear he had 
ploughed it so badly as what he said would indicate ; that I 
would have Dab take Romola and run the cultivator while 
he ran the harrow, so as to have the oats thoroughly covered. 
I told Dab to get the horse at once and take the cultivator to 
the field. 

I did a thousand things before following him. I found him 
in the slough of despond and I had to fix the harness, etc., for 
him, and then we proceeded to the field. I found Dab had 
not the faintest idea of how to guide the horse and manage the 
cultivator, so I told him until he got accustomed to it I 
would lead Romola, so that he could devote all his attention 
to the cultivator. 

The ground was rough to distraction, and with every 
polite intention Romola could not help every now and then 
walking up my skirt, short as it was, and I was nearly dragged 
down upon the ground, but I could not bear to give up, 
though I was utterly exhausted, for the cultivator was doing 
good work. 

We had just got through half an acre and I was wondering 
how I could retreat with my laurels, when Patt}^ came at a 
full run to say the "lady had come." Never was an arrival 
more welcome. I told Dab he must take Romola back to the 



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53 



stable and make himself presentable and bring in dinner as 
soon as possible. 

Made my way to the house as quickly as I could, but I was 
so tired that my feet were like lead. S — was very much 
surprised to find what I had been doing and 
proceeded to argue with me, but I only ^ '' ' 

made fun of her arguments, and we 
had a very gay dinner. 

My little brown maid Patty is a 
new acquisition and a great comfort, 
for she is very bright and in- -^ 
telligent and not too dignified .^ 
to run, which is a great blessing. 




Cherokee, Sunday, November 22. 

Drove S — to church in our little 
pine-land village ; she seemed to enju^ 
the very simple service. Then ] took 
her over to my summer-house which 
is just across the road from the church. 
She was amused at the roughness and 
plainness of the pine-land house as com- 
pared to the winter quarters. Drove her 
then in to Hasty Point, which is named 
from Marion's hasty escape in a small 
boat from the British officers during the 
Revolution, and is a very beautiful point, 
overlooking the bold Thoroughfare and 
Peedee River ; then home to a dinner of English ducks. I 
am very stiff from my agricultural efforts. 

November 24. 

Yesterday just as I was getting into the buckboard to drive 
S — down to Gregory to take the train Jim arrived. He has 
come to begin the colts' education and can only stay a month, 



My little brown 
maid Patty is 
a new acquisition 
and a great com- 
fort, for she is 
very bright. 



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as his employer in Gregory gave him a month's holiday. I 
am so glad to have him — told him to get all the harness 
together and mend things up and see if he could contrive a 
harness fit to put on Marietta to break her in the road cart. 
S — • was so anxious to see Casa Bianca that I thought we 
could drive in there on our way to Gregory, eat our lunch 
there, and still get down in time for the train, but we failed 
to do it. She was so delighted with the place and wanted 
to see everything in the rambling old house, even the garret 
with its ghostly old oil portrait of a whole family in a row and 
a broken bust of another member, that we delayed too long. 
Besides, the train left at 4 : 10 instead of 4 :45, as it has been 
doing for some years, I had to leave S — to spend the night 
at the hotel, which I hated to do, but she said she must get 






^fifi^i^f^ 




•t* vl-. 



.- -Hl.xSw. 



s.'S^.;th- 



The roughness and plainness of the pine-land house. 



off on the 6 a.m. train, and I was equally obliged to come 
home, so we parted with mutual regret. 

It was late for my long, lonely drive. By the time I got 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 55 

to the ferry it was dark, and I wondered how I was to manage. 
I asked the two old men to lend me their lantern, but they 
said they could not spare it. However, about half a mile 
farther on I stopped at a cottage and asked for the loan of a 
lantern, and the owner, a darky, brought out a bright, well- 
trimmed lantern and with true courtesy assured me he was 
happy to lend it, and I made the drive without accident, 
truly thankful to get into my dear home, with its bright fire 
of live-oak logs, at 8 : 30 out of the cold and darkness. 

December 8. 

To-day Richard Diimy came to say he would undertake to 
mend the break in the rice-field bank. As it is about two 
miles round there in a boat, I had him paddle me through the 
canal to Long field trunk, and I walked from there on the 
banks. I hurried along because the time was short before 
hour for luncheon. I had had the bank hoed just in the 
middle, so that a sportsman could go through unseen by the 
ducks in the field. Sometimes it was hard for me to get 
through with my skirt, but the man found it hard to keep up 
with me. The break looked very alarming, the water rush- 
ing over, and every tide that goes over will double the work. 

Coming back, my hair caught in a brier and I found it 
impossible to disentangle it. I had taken off my big hat 
early in the engagement and left it on the bank near the boat. 
After trying desperately to get free from the brier I asked 
Richard, who was just behind, if he had a knife. He said yes. 

''Then cut this bramble," I said, holding well up above my 
head the brier, which was completely wrapped in my hair. 

He got out his knife and took a long time about it, sawing 
and sawing, but finally I was released. As soon as I got home 
I rushed upstairs to fix my hair for luncheon, for it is curly and 
was every which way over my head. As I took it down a 
lock as thick as my finger came off in my hand. Richard 



56 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

had taken so long because he was sawing off my hair instead 
of the bramble. 

December 9. 

Yesterday's work at the break was too much for Richard. 
This morning he sent word he was called off by important 
business, so could not come. 

December 11. 

We are having the most delightful springlike weather. It 
is a joy to wake up morning after morning and find the same 
balmy, mild air. The effort to keep the house warm in the 
cold weather got on my nerves very much, and now I am relax- 
ing and expanding to my own natural condition, which is 
rather optimistic — one of peace and good- will to the world 
in general, with a firm faith that things must come right in the 
end, however difficult and crisscross they may seem. 

Went to Casa Bianca to-day. The place is too lovely 
for words. How any one who has the money and wants a 
winter home can hesitate to give S10,000 for it I do not see. 
When it is sold, it will break my heart, but either this place or 
that must go. This place (Cherokee) has nearly 900 acres, 
and the house is in perfect order. Besides, it has an ever- 
flowing artesian well 460 feet deep which throws water above 
the roof when a smaller pipe is put on, — a reducer, the man 
who bored the well called it. There is a grove of live oak of 
about 50 acres. 

I often wonder that it should have fallen to my lot to have 
two such beautiful homes. Altogether if I only had a small 
certain income, I would not envy the King on his throne. 

December 12. 

All the sashes up this lovely April morning. I have a man 
called Jimmie trimming up a little. The vista my dear 
mother had cut out years ago had grown up, and it is a great 
pleasure to have it open once more. From the front piazza 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 57 

it opens a view down the river, a beautiful bend, the shining, 
gUmmering water framed by the dark oak branches. 

Finally I have put Joe, Ruben, and George to work on the 
break. After lunch went over in the boat to see their work ; 
they had a fine supply of mud cut, some on the bank and some 
in the flat. Sent Bonaparte to take over some long plank 
for them to use inside of puncheons to hold the soft mud. 

December 13. 

Joe, George, and Ruben working on break. They had to 
be there at daybreak to catch the low tide. This afternoon 
I went over in boat to look at the work, and to my delight it 
is really done, and I believe will last, only every day at low 
water they must put on a little fresh mud to raise it as it 
settles. 

Oh, this heavenly Indian summer ! It is too delightful for 
words ! 

Bonaparte had Frankie and Green helping liim to clean 
the chimneys. It is a troublesome business. 

Bonaparte goes up on a ladder to the top of the house. It 
always frightens me to see him, for he is an old man, but he 
minds it less than the younger ones. He ties a stout cedar 
bough to a long rope about midway in the rope, then drops 
it down the chimney the three stories to the first floor; 
there Frankie catches the rope and between them they pull 
it backward and forward until the chimney is clean and the 
hearth is filled with soot. 

Once I tried getting a chimney-sweep, but he wept and 
pleaded so not to go up the chimneys again, saying he would 
suffocate, they were so long, that I returned to the old and 
primitive way and will never try the sweep again. After 
this one sweeping we keep the chimneys clean by burning 
them, when there is a pouring rain, about once a month. 

I have always broken my colts myself ; no one but myself 



58 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

either rode or drove Ruth until she was thoroughly broken. 
Of course Jim's stable discipline was of the utmost impor- 
tance, and he always went along, but he never touched the 
reins. I did the driving. 

This year, however, I had not the spirit to cope with them 
and have determined to leave it entirely to him. He is now 
patching up a harness so as to drive Marietta in the road 
cart. 

NOTE 

It may be wise to explain a peculiarity of our low-country rice 
region. From the last week in May until the first week in November 
it was considered deadly for an Anglo-Saxon to breathe the night 
air on a rice plantation ; the fatal high bilious fever of the past was 
regarded as a certain consequence, while the African and his de- 
scendants were immune. Hence every rice planter had a summer 
home either in the mountains, or on the seashore, or in the belt of 
pine woods a few miles from the river, where perfect health was 
found. In 1845 my father built a large, airy house surrounded with 
wide piazzas on Pawley's Island, and there he spent the summer, 
with occasional trips north and abroad, until the war made it unsafe 
to occupy the island. Then he built a log house in the pineland 
village of Peaceville : this large house with double shingled roof 
was built by his plantation carpenters with wooden pins, owing to 
the blockade there being no nails to be had. After the war my 
brother owned this, and my mother in spite of great difficulties re- 
turned to the beach as a summer home. As the crow flies this island 
was about three miles east of Cherokee, but for us mortals to reach 
it, many miles by land and water had to be traversed — all of our be- 
longings, servants, horses, cows, furniture, were loaded on to lighters 
and propelled seven miles tlu'ough broad rivers and winding creeks 
to Waverly Mills where they were disembarked and travelled four 
miles by land, but when we reached this paradise on the Atlantic 
Ocean we felt repaid for all the effort. It was here we spent our 
sunmiers when I began my rice-planting venture. As my mother 
reached the limit which David places for the span of life, she shrank 
from the long move and bought a house in Peaceville just opposite 
the church and here the last beautiful summers of her life were 
passed in peaceful serenity. 



CHAPTER II 

January 1. 

ON the rice plantation the first of January is the time for 
the yearly powwow, which the negroes regard as a 
necessary function. It is always a trial to me, for I 
never know what may turn up, and the talk requires great 
tact and patience on my part, not more, I suppose, however, 
than any other New Year's reception. One is so apt to for- 
get that the "patte de velours" which every one uses in polite 
society is even more of a help in dealing with the most igno- 
rant, and makes life easier to all parties. 

Saturday, January 2. 

I went down to Casa Bianca for the important talk. I 
found two more families had been seized by the town fever. 
Every year more hands leave the plantations and flock to 
the town, and every year more funerals wend their slow way 
from the town to the country ; for though they all want to 
live in town, none is so poor but his ashes must be taken 
''home"; that is, to the old plantation where his parents 
and grandparents lived and died and lie waiting the final 
summons. I met such a procession to-day, an ox-cart bear- 
ing the long wooden box, containing the coffin, and sitting on 
top of it the chief women mourners, veiled in crepe ; behind, 
one or two buggies, each containing more people than it was 
intended to carry ; then behind that a long, straggling line of 
friends on foot, all wearing either black or white, for their 
taste forbids the wearing of any color at a funeral. The 
expense of a railroad journey does not deter them from bring- 
ing their dead "home." The whole family unite and "trow 

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een" to make up the sum necessary to bring the wanderer 
home, and even the most careless and indifferent of the former 
owners respect the f eehng and consent to have those who have 
been working elsewhere for years, and who perhaps left them 
in the lurch on some trying occasion, laid to rest in the vine- 
covered graveyard on the old plantation. 

Two years ago, a man and his wife, of whom I thought a 
great deal, who had been married and who had lived always 
at Casa Bianca, left me to go to town. They had prospered 
and bought the usual progression — oxen, cows, a horse, and 
finally a house and lot in the county town, Gregory. This 
house they rented out for several years, and then the desire 
came to go and occupy and enjoy the house and give up the 
laborious rice planting. It seemed very natural, and though 
I was very sorry to part with them I could not say a word 
against the plan. Dan and Di were both splendid specimens 
of physical health and far above the average in intelligence, 
capacity, and fidelity. They went well provided, according 
to their standards. With his horse and wagon Dan sup- 
ported his family in comfort, hauling wood, etc., while Di 
opened a little shop in one of her front rooms, which was well 
patronized, as their house was on the outskirts and far from 
the shopping street. 

One afternoon, some months after their move, Di said to 
Dan: "I'm dat sleepy I haf tu lay down, but call me sho' 
befo' de sun set." She left Dan smoking his pipe on the little 
porch, where, about an hour later, the youngest child came 
to him for something, and he said, "Go ax yo' Ma, 'e toll me 
tu wake um fo' de sun go down." The baby went and re- 
turned reporting, "Ma 'oudn't answer me." Dan went in 
to find her dead. He brought her home to the plantation 
and in a few months his son brought him also, to rest under 
the moss-laden live oaks. 

This is only one instance out of many ; those accustomed 



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A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 



to regular outdoor work cannot stand the confinement and 
relaxation of town life. 

But back to the powwow at Casa Bianca. The two families 
who are moving to town carry off four young girls who are 
splendid workers, and very necessary to the cultivation of 
my "wages fields." Two of the men announce they are tired 
of renting and want to go "on contraak." This I do not 
quite understand, as they always sign a paper promising to 
do all that is required on the place, which I have considered 
a contract ; and I am a good deal amused over their efforts 
to explain, when at last Marcus, the foreman, says to them : 
"De lady aint onde'stan', kase he neber wuk contrak, but 



I will make 
with great 
to work en- 



she sensible," which he proceeded to do 
delicacy. I found it simply was 
tirely for wages and not rent, 



^^^^ 




" Four young girls who are splendid workers." 



and I was expected to give each one a half aer(> of rice land 
to plant, in addition to their house and large gartlcn free of 
rent, in return for which they were to sign "contraak." It 
is impossible to show by the writing the funny emphasis 
which they put on the last syllable of this word. 

The two hands were poor renters, so that the present ar- 
rangement is perfectly satisfactory to me, only the portion of 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 63 

land rented grows smaller year by year, and where is it to end ? 
I cannot plant more land on wages than I do, for it costs $15 
per acre, besides the keeping of the banks and trunks on the 
whole 200 acres. Last year there were ten acres less than the 
year before, and this year there will be twenty-five acres less 
than in 1903. Besides this, the plantation to the north of 
Casa Bianca, whose lands adjoin, has been practically 
abandoned, so that the water rushes down through its broken 
river bank on my fields, and I have to go to a heavy outlay 
to keep it out. 

Marcus asked me to go round the bank with him, and 
after thinking it well over I have concluded to throw out three 
of my fields and make up a straight bank from the upland 
down to the Black River, a distance of half a mile, high, wide, 
and strong enough to act as a river bank, and resist the 
rushing water which comes with immense force in the Black 
River, for it is the deepest stream in this section, in many 
places 60 or 70 feet deep. It will cost a lot, and I do not 
know where the money is to come from ; but if I do not make 
the stand against the water, I shall not be able to plant any- 
thing, and this is the place from which I derive my income. 

"He that regardeth the clouds shall neither sow nor reap." 
This text is my great stand-by when things look stormy and 
I am discouraged. I suppose the rushing river may be con- 
sidered as in some sort a relation, or at any rate a remote 
descendant, of the clouds, and I will not regard it, but give 
Marcus an order to go to work on the bank as soon as pos- 
sible. 

The week after this visit I was sent for by the foreman at 
Casa Bianca. When I w^nt down, I found every one in a 
state of unrest and ferment. Nat, one of the renters, had 
told the others that he had made a special arrangement with 
me by which he was to do only what he wished to do. Now, 
one would suppose that no sane person would believe such a 



64 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

statement as this, but I had been seen talking to Nat apart, 
and they were all prepared to throw up their agreement and 
go — "contraak" hands and all. It was some time before 
I found out what the matter was, for even Marcus was 
entirely upset and talked mysterious nonsense before he 
finally gave me the key to the situation. I then assembled 
all the men and told Nat to recount what he had said to me 
on that occasion and what I had said to him. He pretended 
to have forgotten. So I related : " You told me your mother 
wanted to move to town and take your three sisters with her, 
so that your working force would be diminished, and you 
would not be able to rent as much this year as you had done, 
and you would want only eight instead of twelve acres. I 
told you I was sorry your mother was going, for though she 
herself no longer worked the girls were good hands. Then 
I asked you if you remembered when your mother first came 
to me. You were a very little boy ; she was in great distress, 
having been turned away from the place where she was Uving, 
with her large family of little children. All her things had 
been put out in the road because she had been fighting, and 
she entreated me to give her a house to stay in. I told her 
I heard that she was a ' mighty warrior ' and stirred up strife 
wherever she went. But she promised not to ' war ' any more, 
so I gave her a house and she kept her promise, prospered, 
brought up her large family respectably, and now owned 
much 'proppity,' cows, oxen, and pigs, and everything she 
wanted; and the children had all grown up healthy and 
happy, and I only hoped they might retain their health of 
soul and body in town." 

They all listened attentively while Nat punctuated my 
narration with "Yes, ma'am," at every comma. Then I 
said: "Did I say anything more to you, Nat?" "No, 
ma'am ; dat's all." Then indignation broke out on Nat from 
the assembled hands. "En yo' tole all dem lie fo' mek we 



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65 



fool ! I mos' bin gone way," and much more, all talking at 

once. Nat only looked foolish and said : "I jes' bin a fun." 

I gave him a serious talk, and the hands scattered in high good 

humor ; but if I had not gone down that 

day, in all probability the whole party 

would have packed up their household 

goods in their ox-carts and left, " con- 

traak " hands and all ! Marcus said, 

with his usual dignity: "Myself, 

ma'am, bin most turn stupid" 

— as though no words could 
express more fully the seri- 
ousness of the situation. '" ^ 

March 12. 

Since then things 
have gone very com- 
fortably and quietly at 
Casa Bianca. The field I am to ^*- 
plant in April has been well ploughed, 
the ditches cleaned, and finally the 
division bank made up splendidly. 
Across the canal and down to the 
river it is one foot above "full moon tide." I have twenty- 
six fine lambs, born in January. At Cherokee, also, I have 
had some good work done. My "wages field" there was 
ploughed early in February, so that the frost has had a 
chance to mellow it. I have ten acres of fine oats growing 
and ten acres prepared for corn ; pigs, cows, and everything 
doing well, except the lambs. Nine were born in January, 
but some "varmint," Bonaparte reports, has killed seven. 
I know the "varmint" is a dog, somebody's treasure, so that 
it cannot be convicted, and every other animal is suspected, 

— fox, wildcat ; and many strange tracks are talked of. 




She promised not to war 
any more. 



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At Cherokee I had to put down a new trunk, which is quite 
a business. It requires knowledge of a certain kind, but is 
very simple, like most things, to those who know. To me it 
seems a terrible undertaking, for if it is badly done, the 
trunk may blow out when the field is planted, and ruin the 
crop. Knowing so little as I do, I thought it best to leave 
it to Bonaparte, so I did not go over to the place, which is 
about a mile away through winding creeks. 

The tide suited the morning, January 12, and the weather 

was mild. I waited with great anxiety for the return of the 

hands in the evening. I rushed down to the 

barnyard when I heard the boat, and asked 

if the trunk was well down. Bonaparte 

smiled in his superior way. 

"Well, no, ma'am; de fac' is we ncber 
did git de ole trunk out." 
"What," I said, "you have left it half 
done?" 

"Oh, no, ma'am. We bruk up de ole 
trunk an' tuk out all but de bottom." 

' ' Then the water is rushing through to-night, 
;?>r^--^~,v-__ making the gulf wider and 

__ . Avider?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

I was speechless. There was 
no use saying anything, but I 
decided to go over the next day and use my common sense, 
if I had no knowledge. Bonaparte told me he could not get 
the hands, any of them, to go down in the water, and no 
trunk can l)e buried with dry feet. 

The next morning, January 13, I went, carrying lunch and 
a bottle of home-made wine, with a stick in it for those who 
were to get wet. It was a beautiful bright day, with the 
thermometer at 50 at 9 o'clock, for which I was very thank- 







" Myself, ma'am, l)in most 
stupid." 



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ful. The tide was not low enough for anything to be done 
until then. I had had three flatloads of mud cut and put 
on the bank, and everything was at hand. The getting up 
of the bottom planks was at last accomplished, and then the 
new trunk floated in to place on the last of the ebb, so that 
it settled itself into its new bed on the low water, and then 
the filling up was a perfect race, so much mud to be put in 
before the tide began to rise, besides the inclination of the 
bank to cave in. I kept urging the two men down in the 
gulf to pack the fresh mud well as it was thrown in. The 
stringpiece and ground logs which Bonaparte had provided 
were, according to my ideas, entirely inadequate, and I sent 
four hands to an island near by to cut larger, heavier pieces. 
Altogether, the day was one of the most exciting and interest- 
ing I ever spent, though I stood six hours on the top of a 
pile of mud on a small piece of plank, where I had to balance 
myself with care to look into the gulf and not topple over. 
It was black dark when we left the trunk, but the mud was 
well packed, with every appearance of solidity and stability, 
and the next clay I had two more flatloads of mud put on, 
and, though a freshet has come and gone since, "she" has 
not stirred, and the field drains beautifully. 

The company which planted the places next to Cherokee 
has broken up. One of the principal investors told me that 
he had had his money in it for seven years, and never got a 
cent of interest, and he was thankful to get out of it. They 
have taken all my best hands, one by one, but they have 
not succeeded — ■ did not make money for all that. And this 
year the price of rice has gone down, so that what has been 
made brings only half of what was hoped for. 

I believe these lands would make a great deal if we under- 
stood the cutting and curing of hay, for the grass grows most 
luxuriantly if the land is ploughed and left, but the curing 
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68 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

Our uplands are very fertile and adapted to any crop, it 
seems. Last year a few tried cotton and did very well with- 
out any commercial fertilizer. The only trouble is the nice 
cultivation cotton requires. I had a little planted. We did 
very well and sold at 15|, but I am afraid to plant more than 
an acre or two, as I cannot get it kept clean, which is essential 
to cotton. 

The freshet, which we always look for after the melting of 
the snows in the mountains, has not yet come. We had one 
a month ago, but now it has subsided, and the rush of prep- 
aration for planting should go on; but I find it impossible 
to enthuse my renters. A lethargy seems to have fallen 
upon them, and if I only had the money, I would plant all the 
available land myself. But that is a very big if, and I must 
just have patience and try to rouse their energy. Above me 
there are only a very few acres planted, as the freshet is 
more disastrous the higher up the river you go. About two 
miles above me is a historic plantation, where Marion made 
a very narrow escape from his British pursuers by jumping 
into a canoe and pushing up a small creek, while the British, 
after some delay in getting a boat, rowed, as they thought, 
after him, but followed the bold, wide stream of the Thor- 
oughfare, which took them rapidly away from him. 

This is the home of a very remarkable woman, who has, 
by her own exertions, educated her sisters and brothers and 
paid off the mortgage on the plantation. The family was 
wealthy and accustomed to the liberal use of money, but when 
the end of the war came, they found themselves with nothing 
but the land, not a cent to plant or to buy food. This young 
girl received a present of a small sum of money from a relative 
in England, which she invested in supplies that every one 
was in need of, opened a small store, and as fast as she sold 
out reinvested the money; shoAving wonderful cleverness 
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of a large family, always ready to throw herself in the breach 
and pay anything that was needed. After bujdng the place 
in, she planted successfully for one or two years. Then the 
freshets began, and, after two or three very disastrous years 
of loss, she showed her good judgment by giving up planting 
altogether, and all that splendid rice land, under the finest, 
heaviest banks, is just returning to its original condition of 
swamp, growing up in cy- 
press. She has land also 
covered with splendid tim- 
ber, which must even- 
tually be of great value, 
but as yet the money 
value of such things has 
not reached us, and the 
little shop continues to 
support a large family in 
their beautiful historic 
home, where with lovely 
flowers and beautiful oaks, 
every fence and hedge 
covered at this season 

with the glowing, sweet-smelling yellow jessamine, she leads 
a useful, contented, beautiful life, a blessing to all around. 

I mentioned in my last letter that I had lost my good Jim, 
who had been ^vith me fifteen years. I tried in vain to fill 
his place, but there was no one to be had that was reliable ; 
so I got a mountaineer in August, paying his way down from 
the Blue Ridge. He promised well, but on the fifth day he 
was seized with nostalgia, and I had to drive him the eigh- 
teen miles to the railroad and put him on a train to return 
to his beloved mountains. 

I would have had to return the eighteen miles alone on the 
road had I not met Jim, who was as pleased to see me as I 




70 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

was to see him ; for the town hfe which his wife so loves is 
odious to Jim, and he asked permission to return to me 
until I got some one. 

Being a person not easily daunted, I again engaged a 
mountaineer, not finding it possible to get a good darky, paid 
his way down and had Jim show him all his duties, the roads, 
etc., and he seemed a very hopeful person ; and Jim returned 
to the hated to^vn, satisfied as to my having competent help. 
Mountaineer number two showed no trace of homesickness 
for four months ; but then suddenly, one day, it took him. 
It was no surprise to me. I knew it would come, and had 
got a black boy as help in case of emergency ; so that when 
the attack came, I had Jake get the wagon and drive us to 
town, and I put mountaineer number two on the train. Then 
I increased Jake's wages and put him in charge of the stable. 

Last week when I went to Casa Bianca to pay off, I took 
a niece and her two children, who were staying with me, 
and we had a very pleasant picnic dinner. The four-year-old 
children had never been in the country, and enjoyed every- 
thing, especially the lambs. Jake's home is about 300 yards 
from Casa Bianca avenue, and at 12 o'clock I told him that 
he could go and see his mother for two hours, and that I 
wanted to leave at 3 : 30 o'clock. Jake, however, did not 
return till 5 : 30 o'clock, though I sent after him ; and, in 
his hurry, instead of caUing the horses, which had been turned 
out on the lawn to enjoy the beautiful pasture, he ran them. 
Some one had left the gate open, and they dashed through 
it and never stopped running till they reached the gate 
at Cherokee, eight miles away, leaving me with my party 
of city friends, the sun setting and no horses to take us 
home! 

Two men on the place oAvned horses, but they were turned 
out and could not be got up for some time. Besides, one was a 
terrible kicker and the other a runaway. I had to act quickly. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 71 

I said to the old watchman : " Go and tell the man with the 
fastest ox-team on the place to come here with his cart at 
once." In a very short time Nat appeared with a large black 
ox in a little cart of wonderful construction. I did not see 
how it was possible for a lady, two children, and a maid to 
get into it; but, apparently, it was the best that could be 
done. They had walked on, and I told Nat to go as fast as 
possible and pick up as many of the party as he could carry, 
and I would follow, as soon as the kicking horse could be put 
into a buggy, and take the rest. He assured me liis cart could 
carry all, and went off at a rapid trot. After what seemed 
an age, Marcus came with liis kicker, and with the wraps, 
lunch basket, and other encumbrances I got in and drove 
rapidly after the party, which was the funniest looking in 
the world ; Nat running alongside and flourisliing an im- 
mense cowhide lash, A. and the maid seated on a board 
which was balanced on the sides of the little structure so as 
to make a seat, the Uttle boy sitting beliind with his feet 
dangling and the little girl tightly clasped in her mother's 
arms. They had gone four miles in this wonderful fashion. 
As soon as we caught them, I made A. get out and take 
the children in the buggy, while I climbed into the ox jumper 
with the maid and told Marcus to drive home as quickly 
as possible, as the children should not have been out so late. 
I had been utterly wretched till I came up with them and 
found them all unharmed. Then my spirits rose and bubbled 
over. It struck me that the others were a little quiet, 
but I never knew the reason until we were all safely enjoying 
our evening meal. The maid was supposed to be driving, 
while A. held the Uttle girl and Nat goaded on the ox, and 
at a very rough bridge the ox stumbled, the maid fell out, 
and the wheel ran over her, leaving the rest of the party 
without any hold on the big black ox ! A most tragic situa- 
tion, and such a mercy no one was hurt. It was very good 



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of them not to tell me until afterward, and it was truly mag- 
nanimous of the maid to remark to Nat as she extricated 
herself from the ingenious contrivance, which he had con- 
structed himself: "It surely is the handiest Uttle vehicle I 
ever did see." 

Saturday. I suddenly awoke to the fact after breakfast 
this morning that I had a note which was due at the bank 
to-day. It was pouring, and if I sent a check by mail, it 
would not be received until Monday, as the mail gets in after 
business hours. I called Dab and asked him if he thought 
he could walk down to Gregory and take an important 
letter to the bank before 2 o'clock. He answered promptly 

that he could. I got the 
letter ready and told him 
he could spend the night 
^v^th his sisters and return 
by 1 o'clock to-morrow. 
He started armed with a 
large package of lunch and 
with my best umbrella and 
a dollar to spend. While 
I was taking my tea at 
6 o'clock, to my surprise 
Dab walked in with a 
letter. He said Mr. S— 
gave him the answer and he thought he had better not go 
anywhere ^vith that important letter, and so he had come 
straight back home ! I was so pleased and cheered by this 
evidence of his sense of responsibility and fidelity to a trust. 
I had felt ill and miserable all day. I told him hoAV 
pleased I was and thankcnl him heartily and told Chloc to 
give him a very fine supi)er after his walk of twenty-eight 
miles. 

Sunday. I went to church this morning feeling very down, 




A rice field " flowed 




A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 73 

which was wicked, for God's goodness is always there. When 
I looked around our little church, where a hteral Scriptural 
quorum of two or three was gathered together, my eye was 
gladdened by the sight of a charming new suit of reseda 
cloth with a heliotrope toque ! Then across the aisle I saw 
a cinnamon brown suit with a hat to match ! Positively 
my spirits rose at once. 

We are so accustomed to our mourning-clad congregation, 
nearly every one of us wearing black, we all know each other's 
very respectable costumes from year to year and watch with 
interest the successful and often ingenious remodeUing of 
sleeves — I being the only recalcitrant who will not cut over 
sleeves, feehng sure that they will come back into vogue 
(which they always do before the faithful garment is laid to 
rest) — we never expect anything so astonishing as a brand- 
new tailor-made suit, and in colors too, and now to have the 
eye refreshed by two, is cause for rejoicing. 

On Monday, April 18, 1 planted the wages field at Cherokee. 
Here we cannot so well use the machines, so I have the field 
sown by hand. I am planting mill-threshed rice in this field, 
which is an experiment on my part. In the autumn a buyer 
for a large rice mill in North Carohna came to make an offer 
for my rice; and he spoke of the "superstition," as he called 
it, of planters in this state that only hand-whipped rice could 
be planted to make good crops. He said the large crops made 
in Texas and Louisiana, which are practically ruining the rice 
industry in this section by keeping down the price, are the 
result of mill-threshed rice — none other is known or thought 
of. This made a great impression on me, for the whipping 
by hand is a very expensive process, more so than the actual 
cost of the work, because it gives such unlimited opportunity 
for stealing. 

I had the habit formerly of planting twenty-five acres and 
dividing the rice ; twelve and a half acres I sent to the thresh- 



74 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

ing mill in a lighter, the other twelve and a half I had taken 
into the barnyard, stacked, and when thoroughly cured, had 
it whipped out for seed. The half sent to mill always turned 
out from twenty-five to thirty-five bushels to the acre ; the 
part saved for seed turned out from fifteen to twenty bushels 
to the acre. 

That happened several years in succession. I never have 
had a field hand-whipped turn out over twenty bushels to 
the acre, and I have seldom had one threshed in the mill 
until these last very bad years turn out under thirty. 

All of this made me determine to try planting mill-threshed 
rice this year. I planted a small portion in a bowl of water 
on cotton, which is the approved way of trying seed, and 
nearly every single seed germinated and shot up a fine 
healthy leaf. So I felt no hesitation about it ; and I began 
with my wages field, putting half a bushel more to the acre 
in case there should be some grains cracked in the mill. I 
went over early to the field and sat on the bank all day, while 
Bonaparte and Abram followed the sowers. 

The women are very graceful as they sow the rice with a 
waving movement of the hands, at the same time bending 
low so that the wind may not scatter the grain ; and a good 
sower gets it all straight in the furrow. Their sldrts are 
tied up around their hips in a very picturesque style, and 
as they walk they swing in a wonderful way. This peculiar 
arrangement allows room for one or two narrow sacks (under 
the skirt), which can hold a peck of rice, and some of the 
sowers, if weighed on the homeward trip, would be found to 
have gained many pounds. They are all very gentle and con- 
siderate in their manner to-day, for a great sorrow has fallen 
on the family. Their tender, sympathetic manner is more 
to me than many bushels of rice, and I turn my back when 
they are dipping it out. 

I have offered hand-whipped rice for sale at $1.30 a bushel, 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 75 

and mi 11- threshed at $1 per bushel, and have sold 159 bushels 

of the former and 225 bushels of the latter, which has been 

a great help. We have made a fine start on the upland crop, 

and the corn looks very well. The small acreage planted in 

cotton also looks well, and I hope it will be worked properly 

while I am gone. 

May 9. 

Left Cherokee for a month's absence, and drove to Gregory 
to take the through train to Washington, where I arrived 
the next morning in time for breakfast. I have a duty which 
calls me away. It was a pity to have to leave now, for the 
people had just become roused to an interest in preparing 
the land for their crop, and it is the first propitious season 
we have had for three years with no spring freshet, and I 
hope to get about 100 acres planted at Cherokee. I feel 
better satisfied to leave since Jim has returned to work with 
me and will take entire charge of the upland crop. His 
health suffered in the confinement of the town work. He 
was in bed a good deal of the time, and, what with lost time 
and doctor's bills, his wife found they were worse off instead 
of better, and finally, after nine months, she begged him to 
come and ask me to take him back, which I gladly did, and 
he has gone to work with enthusiasm. 

While away, I visited Washington, Mount Vernon, Balti- 
more, and New York, and was much impressed by the im- 
mense strides made in every way since my last visit. The 
increase of wealth and luxury, the fact that simplicity of 
life is becoming impossible even to those who would prefer 
it, the rush and the hurry which one cannot avoid, the tyr- 
anny of fashion which no one seems able to shake off — all 
of these things amazed me. My good black Chloe once sur- 
prised me by saying : "You know, Miss Patience, ef yu aint 
een de fashi'n yu may's well be dead! " But Chloe follows 
at such a very respectful distance that the "fashi'n" so vital 



76 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

to her at this moment is a watered form of what was worn in 
New York four years ago. Still, I recognize in it the same 
note which I find dominant wherever I go and which 
is to me incomprehensible — it doesn't seem to me very 
self-respecting to feel obliged to follow some one else's 
taste so absolutely. One's eye naturally turns toward the 
changes of mode which are pretty, but to feel bound to follow 
simply because fashion decrees, I do not understand. 

I saw many things that interested me greatly. One even- 
ing I was walking back to the St. Denis about 10 : 30 when 
my escort said: "That scarcely seems possible at this 
season," "What?" I asked. He j^ointed to a closely 
pressed row of men in a single file, on the edge of the pave- 
ment, one immediately behind the other in perfect order : 
decently dressed, respectable-looking men. It had a strange 
look to me, and I asked the meaning of it. "That's the 
Fleischman line." This conveyed nothing to me. "It is 
a great bakery here, which for years has distributed every 
night at twelve all the bread left over from the day's bake, 
one loaf to each man. I know that in winter the line extends 
many blocks, but at this season I am surprised to see such a 
line at this hour ; it will be twice as long by midnight." My 
heart just stood still as I looked at it. 

That so many men, looking so respectable, could need a 
loaf of bread, and wait silently, patiently for hours together 
seemed impossible to me. Where I live there is no hunger, 
no want; life is so easy, food so plentiful. A few hours' 
work daily feeds a man and his family. 

One day Jim was driving to town to spend Sunday with 
his family, and the next day he told me that he had met an 
old woman on the road going from one plantation to another. 
She seemed half blind and looked so miserable that he stopped 
and asked her where she was going, and offered to take her 
there in the wagon, as he had to pass right by. He helped 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 77 

her in and she told him she was very hungry — had eaten 
nothing since the day before. 

"Oh," I said, "Jim, did you give her something to eat?" 

"I didn't have nothing to eat with me, ma'am, but the 
sticks of candy you giv me to take to my chillun ; but I giv 
her them, en you never see any one so please'." Then he 
went on to say : — 

"It seems to me sence I ken remember this is the first per- 
son I ever seen real hungry." 

"You mean you have never met a hungry person on the 
road before?" 

"I never met none on the road nor never seen none nowhere 
that was perishin' with hunger." 

I was scarcely surprised, for my mother always at Christmas 
told her man servant to find out the poor and those needing 
food that she might supply it. The old man always reported 
that there was no one he could find in need of food, but plenty 
to whom a present of tea and coffee would be most acceptable, 
and to these the packages of sugar, coffee, tea, and tobacco 
always went. 

The next thing I Avish to mention is my visit to the Agri- 
cultural Department in Washington. I went in search of 
information as to the planting of alfalfa, and the use of the 
impregnated soil, which is said almost to insure success. 
That is the crop to which I look with much hope for our 
uplands, and I have much at heart to take in a beautifully 
drained area of thirty acres which has been pastured for some 
years and plant it eventually all in alfalfa. At first I could 
not get more than ten acres in fine enough condition, I sup- 
pose ; but all that I can plant this year I wish to. I have 
already bought the wire to enclose it, which is a heavy outlay, 
and had the cedar posts got out, so that it mil not cost much to 
get the fence put up ; but I have no proper disk harrows and 
cultivators to put the soil in the best condition, and the out- 



78 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

lay is too heavy to venture on buying them, so I will do the 
best I can with my old-fashioned implements and plant a 
heavy crop of cow-peas on the land as a preparation for the 
alfalfa, which I will not plant till September. 

It was a great pleasure and satisfaction to find men of in- 
telligence and education whose whole time is devoted to the 
effort to promote the productiveness of soil everywhere, and 
to find them willing, I may say eager, to assist me in every 
way. All the information was given in a brief and yet cour- 
teous way that was a great boon to me, and the reading matter 
furnished me by them on the subject will make it plain 
sailing, if only I succeed in getting good seed ; and the impreg- 
nated soil, I believe, will prove a blessing to this section and 
solve many problems. 

On my return after a very hot journey I reached Gregory 
at 10 o'clock at night and drove to a pineland two miles 
away, where I was most hospitably received and spent a 
delightfully cool night. The heat in Washington and New 
York had been extraordinary for the season. The next 
morning I attended to my business in Gregory and started on 
my homeward drive of twenty miles about 10 o'clock. I 
drove first to Casa Bianca, where the June rice wages field 
of twenty-six acres was being planted. I found Marcus and 
the hands in fine spirits. The April rice was very fine, they 
said, especially the River Wragg, though Marcus told me it 
was suffering greatly from the need of hoeing, but he could not 
stop the preparation of the land for the June planting to hoe 
it out. This trouble is due to the moving of so many of the 
young people last winter to town. They were all good hoe 
hands and there is no one to take their place. The men now 
think it beneath them to handle a hoe ; that they consider a 
purely feminine implement ; the plough alone is man's tool. 

I stayed at Casa Bianca until 3 and then drove to Chero- 
kee, where everything had a very different aspect. When I 



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79 




drove into the barnyard, after the usual exchange of pohte- 

ness with Bonaparte as to the health of each member of the 

family, I asked him how the rice crop looked. He laughed 

in a scornful way and said : " W'y, ma'am, I may's well say 

der ain't none." ''No crop, Bonaparte ; what do you mean ?" 

He continued to smile in his superior way, and the hands 

standing round chimed in : '' Yu' right. Uncle 

Bonaparte, you may's well say dey's 

none, we fiel' ain' got none tall een 

um, 'tis dat mill trash rice ; you kin see do 

rice dead een de row wid de long sprout on 

um, all dead." I answered quickly, "If 

the seed is dead with a long sprout 

on it, that proves conclusively that 

the seed was not to blame ; if the 

seed had been defective, it would 

not have sprouted. There was a 

good stand in Varunreen ; before I 

left, the sprout water had been 

drawn." "Well, ma'am, dey ain't 

nun dey now to speak of." "How is the tide now ?" "Most 

high water now, ma'am." "Get my boat out at once and I 

will go over and see for myself." 

While they were getting the boat one of the hands asked 
me to give him seed to replant his land. "What is the use if 
you think the seed is bad ? " " We want you fer buy mo' seed. 
Col. Naples got seed fu' a dollar en forty cent a bushel." 
I told him I had no money to buy more seed ; I was willing to 
give them more of the same rice which I had if they wished 
to replant, but that was all I could do. 

I got into my little white canoe, which I call the "Whiting," 
and had Bill, one of the most pessimistic renters, to row me 
down the river. The tide was high. I was able to step out 
on the bank without any sticldng in the mud, which makes 



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The hoe they consider 
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80 A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 

it such a horrid trip when the tide is low. I was greatly 
relieved at sight of the field. There was plenty of rice in 
it, as I pointed out to Bill as he walked round the bank be- 
hind me. The rice was stunted and growing poorly, and upon 
inquiry I found that it had been dry during the month I 
was away. Though not a drop of rain had fallen in that time, 
it had not been moistened by letting the water into the 
ditches, as it should have been from time to time. That 
would have made all the difference in the growth of the rice ; 
but foreman, trunk minder, and hands were all so sure it 
could never make a crop, being mill-threshed seed, that they 
have not given it a chance, content to declare loudly that 
there is no rice in the field. 

I am greatly comforted by the sight of it, for there is plenty 
of rice there to make thirty bushels to the acre should no dis- 
aster come to it ; and I get into the httle ''Whiting" with a 
quieter mind, though still greatly distressed about the hands' 
rice. The row back is most refreshing, there is such a breeze, 
but the sun having gone do^vn suddenlj^, the damp chills me, 
for I had not thought of taking a wrap, it was so hot when I 
left the wagon. I give orders to Bonaparte to have the field 
hoed out at once so that the water can be put on as soon as 
possible. Then I interview the trunk minder, whose business 
it is to water the rice, and ask the meaning of this talk of 
there being no rice in the rented fields. He begins about 
mill-threshed seed, but I show him the glass dish of rice in 
which every grain had sprouted and grown vigorously. The 
sight of this seems to confuse him. Then he mentions that 
he had got a bushel from me "to plant out to his house een 
a bottom," and that he never saw a prettier show than that 
patch of rice. "Then," I say, "you see it is not the seed; 
you must have left that rice exposed in some way to the 
hot sun just as it sprouted." "Dat's a truth, my missis; 
it must be so. I did shift the water and I must ha' left 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 81 

it off too long, an' the sun took effec' on de rice w'en 'e was 
sproutin'." 

The result, however, is the same. In the three fields of 
rented rice the stand is so poor, they tell me, as scarcely to 
warrant cultivation further. The hands, to begin with, I 
am told, carried home to eat much more than half of the rice 
given them to plant. They always take home a goodly por- 
tion on the principle that a bird in the hand is worth two in 
the bush ; but on this occasion, as it was mill-threshed rice 
and was not coming anyway, and I was safely away in Wash- 
ington, they scarcely put any in the ground. 

Thoroughly chsheartened, I got into the wagon and drove 
to Peaceville, the little pineland settlement, just as the night 
fell. The dogs give me a joyful, noisy welcome and Chloe 
seems overjoyed to see me, while little Imp shows every white 
tooth in his head and his black face beams with joy. Chloe 
has a dehcious supper for me, to which I do full justice, not 
having eaten anything since breakfast, at 6 : 30. The bunga- 
low is very comfortable, though not much for beauty — the 
servants have moved all my belongings from the plantation 
while I was away, and I find everything I need except my 
piano and my books. The piano could not be moved because 
Jim has had the team in the plough every day. They have 
done very well, however, for the piazza is filled with blooming 
plants, and the house looks clean and cool in its fresh white 
wash. The pineland is noted for its pleasant nights, and I 
woke refreshed in the morning, but to find I had taken a 
terrible cold in my homeward progress on the river, I 

suppose. 

Wednesday, June 15. 

I drove down to Casa Bianca to-day to see how the rice 
looked and to give orders for the bringing up of mutton 
weekly. I have been so entreated to furnish the village 
with mutton weekly again this summer that I have con- 



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sented to do it, though it is quite an undertaking to have it 
brought up the twelve miles regularly and early enough in 
the morning. Marcus met me with a very solemn face, and 
when I said in my cheeriest voice, ''How is everything, 
Marcus ? " he took off his hat, made a low bow, and said : — 

"Miss, I have very bad news to-day." 

"Oh, Marcus, what has happened? Is Rubin dead?" 
Rubin is a very beautiful bull, the pride of the place. Very 
slowly and with great dramatic effect Marcus answered : "No, 
ma'am, but the crop is ruin', all the rice is gone!" "Im- 
possible," I cried, "it was so fine the last time I was here.," 

"Yes, ma'am, but Sunday dey come a sea tide, what just 
sweep over the bank an' 'e bin on de rice till now; de watah 
bin a foot deep on all de rice, an' salt, ma'am, salt like 'e'll 
do for cook with, en to-day fu' de first 'e begin for drop, en 
I giv' yu' my word, ma'am, in my fiel' de rice yu' kin see 
on de hill is red, same as red flannel ! You kin come en see 
fu yuself, ma'am, down as far as de bridge, for you kyant walk 
on de bank, 'e too wet." 

I went and saw that the entire place was flooded and that 
the hills as they peeped out, here and there, had a reddish hue, 
instead of the vivid green of healthy rice. 

What a disaster ! A bolt out of a clear sky. If Marcus 
is right, it means ruin, and up to this time the rice was splen- 
did. Of course, if salt Avater has covered the rice since Sun- 
day there can be no hope except for the June rice, 60 acres, 
which was still under the sprout water, which the sea tide 
only diluted, and so it may escape. Marcus was so thor- 
oughly cast down that I had to cheer him, and searched my 
brain for grains of comfort for him, until by dint of effort I 
became quite cheerful myself, in spite of the very black out- 
look. I made him taste the river water and he reported it 
still salt. 

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and cotton, and they are beautiful and do Jim great credit, 
for it is only by the constant stirring of the land with plough 
and cultivator that the crop has not suffered from the six- 
weeks drought. The oats are being cut, much injured by the 
drought, having made no growth and the grain not having 
filled out. 

Tuesday, June 21. 

Gave orders yesterday for the threshing of the oats to-day. 
The engineer fired up at daylight and had a fine head of steam 
on when the hands assembled, but Bonaparte looked at the 
sky and said he thought the day was too "treatish to trash" 
and sent the hands away, at least a quarter cord of light wood 
having been wasted, besides the engineer's time and the waste 
of the hands' time, and, worst of all, the losing of the day 
when there is so much work needed. It did not rain at all, 
and even if it had rained there would have been no harm 
done, for I had purposely had the oats hauled into the mill 
the day before, so that in case of rain they could still thresh. 
When I drove down, expecting to find things in full blast, 
I was very much provoked. I just had to leave, for there is 
no use to give vent to one's wrath. I told them to thresh 
to-morrow without regarding the weather. 

June 22. 

Went in to find threshing successfully accomplished ; they 
got through quite early, so I determined to let them finish 
out their day by moving the piano. The oats made twenty 
bushels to the acre, which is more than I thought possible. 
No one in a city has any idea what the moving of a piano is. 
I always feel as though I were personally lifting and handling 
it, so entirely is the responsibility on my shoulders. My 
upright piano is my most cherished possession, companion, 
and friend, and I am always nervous over the perils of its 
four-mile drive from plantation to summer house. 

A small mattress is put in the plantation wagon — I have 



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no spring wagon — and on that the piano is put and steadied 
by two men while it is slowly driven out. It always takes 
eight men, as they are not accustomed to hfting, and they 
make a great ado over it. Just as the piano was lifted out 
of the wagon up the rather high steps on to the piazza at 
the pineland, they set it down at the head of the steps, and 
gave it a great push to roll it toward the sitting room door, 
there came a tremendous crash. The piazza had fallen in 
on the side toward the house. Fortunately there were no 
men in front of the piano ; they were all behind. I was 



MS 'J 




The back steps to the pineland house. 

standing very near and called to them to hold on to it a 
moment. I had two heavy planks brought and put as a 
bridge from the place where the piano rested into the door, 
and as soon as they got the front rollers on the plank all dan- 
ger was over, but for a time it looked as if there must be a 



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terrible smashup. I sent one of the men under the house to 
see what had caused the crash. He reported it was the giving 
way of one of the blocks, which was so rotten it had crumbled 
away. "Why, Bonaparte, I sent you to examine the founda- 
tion of this house and see if any repairs were needed, and you 
said it was all in order." Bonaparte only murmured apolo- 
getically that he was too busy to see about such small matters. 

I am very thankful no one was hurt, and the dear piano is 
safely installed. It is a small Steinway upright and is very 
nearly human in its companionship. This is the sixth Stein- 
way I have had, I believe, having never owned any other. 
I watch its health with desperate anxiety, for it will have to 
last me to the end, unless something wonderful happens to 
revive rice. I have been at the piano all evening and it is 
now 1 o'clock and I am too much excited to go to bed, and 
that is why I am writing. 

An unknown friend sent me two years ago two volumes 
of Russian music that I find fascinating. A cradle song by 
Karganoff and a prelude by Rachmaninoff especially possess 
me. When I play that Berceuse I feel myself the Russian 
peasant clasping her child, with intense strained nerves, 
always alert, in spite of the sootliing, dehcious melody she 
sings and the reassuring loving reiterations of promised safety. 
The prelude is tremendous, foreshadowing awful depths of 
pain, endless struggle through distress and discord, up, up, 
creeping to a final chord of perfect harmony, but a minor 
chord. If I were asked for what I was most thankful in my 
possessions I should say my power of enjoyment. Here 
entirely alone, with never any audience — and in some 
measure because of that — these things can fill me Avith such 
intense pleasure that it is like being on a mountain top with 
the heavens opening in a glorious sunset, reveahng to the 
panting soul the inner Court of the Beyond. 

I remember when taking a singing lesson as a girl being so 



86 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

overcome by my inability to express what the music said to 
me that I broke down and was reduced to tears and said : 
''Oh, Mr. Toiriani, there is no use for me to go on : I have 
no voice and it is useless." He turned fiercely upon me and 
said: "Voice — what does that matter? You must go on. 
Vous avez le feu sacre." As I used my handkerchief vio- 
lently in my effort to suppress the sobs that would come, it 
seemed to me a poor consolation, for if the said fire found no 
outlet it must consume and not illuminate; but I dared not 
answer, only struggled for composure to go on with "Buona 
notte, buon dormir" in a feeble, quavering, liigh soprano. 
But I often tliink now I understand more what he meant. 
One is independent of outside things ; there is a warmth 
and a glow and a depth that fills and satisfies, irrespective 
of results and externals. 

July 3. 

I paid off this afternoon, as the Fourth of July is the day 
of all days the negroes celebrate. It was always so before the 
war. Every creature has to be finely dressed. 

Chloe came in yesterday in great excitement to say Miss 
Penelope had opened a big box of the most beautiful hats and 
she wanted the money to buy one, "Quarter of a dollar and 
10 cents." I exclaimed at the cheapness, but when she re- 
turned and showed me a very large, black straw trimmed 
with a wealth of black and white veiling and a huge purple 
orchid on top I was still more filled \vith wonder how it is 
possible. 

Chloe is perfectly happy. The cloud which has hung over 
her for the last week is dispelled by the consciousness that 
she is suitably provided to celebrate the country's birthday. 

July 6. 

On Sunday sent word to all the Cherokee hands that I 
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is ever done on the Fourth. It is a day of general jubilation 
among the darkeys — gorgeous costumes, Httle tables set 
about 'with ice cream, lemonade, cakes ; every kind of thing 




"■■^. 



,, Jiii<:^K.\l-S,„it/, ^ 



"A very large black hat 

for sale — watermelon above all. Yesterday morning there 
were three women in the field and a boy to hoe the rice. 
The other hands sent word that "they couldn't work so soon 
arter the Fourth." 

I am anxious to get the field hoed out, for besides its being 
very grassy, I see by the weather report that the river has 
risen to 18 feet at Cheraw and is still rising, and it is most 
important to get the rice clean of grass and the water put 



88 A W03fAN RICE PLANTER 

over it before that freshet water gets down here. There 
are 12 tenant houses on the place with 20 groAvn hands 
and about 6 half hands and numbers of children. These 
people, by their agreement, are to work for me whenever I 
call them. When I do not need them they are at liberty 
to work wherever they choose, but when I call them they are 
bound to come. With this understanding they have their 
house free of rent with an acre of rich upland, all the wood 
they need, winter and summer ; yet it is impossible to get 
the necessary work done. One-half of an acre is the task for 
a whole hand in hoeing rice, and the eleven-acre field should 
not take more than two days at the utmost ; but at this rate 
it will take more than a week, and I am powerless to com- 
mand the work. I pay in money always, but they prefer 
to make excuses of illness to me, and slip off and work for 
my neighbor who pays in cards redeemable only in his store, 
because it is done on the sly and in opposition to my author- 
ity — in other words, that is freedom. 

Who could succeed with such a state of things in an}^ busi- 
ness? I am so discouraged. I do not see where it is to end. 
This fertile soil must just grow up in weeds and go to waste, 
because, forsooth, life is too easy here. Why work when one 
can live without ? Why carry out a contract when one can 
wriggle out of it as a snake does from the effort to hold him 
with a forked stick, and go and bask in the sun and satisfy 
the elemental needs as the snake does ? 

Jim came in to-night, having done a fine day's ploughing, 
but very angry because he had spent his midday hours chas- 
ing three negro pigs through the corn-field. He says they 
are in the field every day doing great damage, and he can- 
not find any hole in the fence where they could get in. My 
own twenty-five pigs are kept confined in a crawl or pen for 
fear of their getting into the corn, and these robber pigs are 
fattening on it. I very much fear some one in an unseen 



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moment turns them in the gate, for they belong to people 
living on the place. 

I am broadcasting peas on the field from which the oats 
were cut, and these pigs are eating them before they can be 
ploughed under. I cannot bear to order the pigs shot, but 
suppose I will have to do it. Things have never been so bad 
as this before. There is some influence under the surface 
of which I know nothing. God only knows how it is to 
end, and it is a great comfort to feel that He does know 
everything and never fails them that trust Him. 

July 16. 

Our rector came to us for service to-day, and we had an 
excellent sermon from him. To-night all the neighbors as- 
sembled at my house, as usual on Sunday evenings, for sacred 
music. It always moves me to see the delight every one 
takes in this very simple way of passing the evening — men, 
women, and children are equally enthusiastic. I tried having 
the children in the afternoon, but they did not enjoy it as 
much, so they all come at 8 and sing until 10, and then home 
to their night's rest. 

July 17. 

I was scarcely able to get back from Cherokee to-day, so 
exhausted was I. Ever since I came home I have been rising 
at 6 and going into the plantation very early, attending to 
my work, and getting back to the pineland between 12 and 
1 — a rag in every way. I am so much the worse for wear 
that I shall have to give up for a while ; as most of the impor- 
tant work is over it mil not matter so much. Have had 
great trouble about the wood again — but will not go over it. 

July 18. 
Too unwell to go out, so have spent the day in the hammock, 
reading with great delight Mrs. Gillespie's "Book of Re- 
membrance." What a great thing for a woman hke that to 



90 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

leave such a record behind her! How I wish all the great 
women who have passed out of our sight and hearing could 
have done the same ; it would be an inspiration and help to 
the poor things growing up, wth their confused ideals. 

July 19. 

As I was still too weak to go out this morning, and the mer- 
cury was 94 degrees, I sent Chloe in to the plantation, driven 
by the Imp. With the big umbrella over her she was most 
comfortably arranged, and I told her not to hurry back, as 
Gerty could cook what httle I needed. For some reason the 
trip went against her, and she came back in a very bad frame 
of mind. She said some one had jeered her on the road, and 
said she had given up the job of cooking to Gert}^, and that 
I must want to kill her to send her out in such heat. 

I really am mystified, for I have gone in every day since 
June 7, and many days have been hotter than this. Last 
summer very often Chloe walked in to the plantation and saw 
after things in the garden, and walked back, in spite of re- 
monstrance on my part. I Avish I knew who had jeered her, 
but I really cannot bring myself to ask. Better just to let 
her alone until she recovers her equanimity, but it is tr^-ing 
when I am feeling so below par. I certainly shall not send 
her again. 

July 30. 

Rose at 6 and went into the plantation soon after 7, 
and got through my work very comfortably, though the ther- 
mometer was 96 degrees when I got back. 

Am reading Sir Walter Besant's autobiography with in- 
terest. While I was in Washington some one gave me a 
list of books from the Philadelphia bookstore, and the re- 
duced prices have made it a blessing. I have been able 
to get books otherwise entirely beyond my reach, and it is 
such a treat. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 91 

I think biography is the most fascinating and satisfying 
reading. I sent on $7, and no one could imagine what a 
number of delightful books came back. I positively gloat 
over them. I have not had such riches in years. 

We have a very nice little book club in Peaceville, estab- 
lished about eight years ago by the thoughtful kindness of 
a friend, who had visited me several times and became greatly 
interested in Peaceville and its "old time" atmosphere. She 
sent all the novels her family had finished reading. And 
her sister-in-law, who lives at the North, but was making a 
visit South and was there when the books were packed and 
sent, subscribed to McClure's for the Peaceville Book Club, 
and has kept it up ever since ; also, from time to time, sending 
a well chosen new book. It is so very kind. 

When the first lot of books arrived I went around, mention- 
ing that this donation had been made, I said I hoped every 
one in the village would join, and that the membership would 
be 10 cents. Every one was roused and delighted, and there 
was much discussion as to where the books should be kept. 
Finally the postmistress, who occupied a little cottage where 
the whole village assembled to chat while the mail was being 
divided, consented to keep the l^ooks. This was an ideal ar- 
rangement, and I had a large bookcase, simply made, with 
lock and key, and the books were installed. 

After a short time two of my dear friends, whom I had 
thought of as especially likely to enjoy the books, came to 
me and said they would not be a]:)le to join the book club. 
I wondered, and urged them to join, when the mother said : 
"We had intended to join, for we thought the fee was 10 
cents a year ; but since hearing it is ten cents a month 
it will be impossible for us to indulge ourselves in that 
pleasure." 

"Oh," I said, "it is ten cents a year and not a month. 
The person who told you made a mistake — " Then they 



92 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

said, "That is too delightful ; for we felt miserable at having 
to give it up." 

Now the fee had been merely in order to give some little 
control over the books, and I had thought if it was a monthly 
fee we should be able to get some books every year with the 
fees; but as it was established just for these very cases, I 
suddenly changed the plan, and 10 cents a year it has re- 
mained ever since. The kind friends have continued to send 
the novels they have read, and some of their friends in New 
York have sent boxes of magazines, so that the little club 
now has about four hundred volumes. Our dearly beloved 
postmistress has gone to join the majority, and the little 
cottage is closed, and the books have been removed to a shed 
room in my house, but there is no estimating the pleasure 
they have given, and still give, and the weary hours they 
have relieved. 

Every year I get one new book with the fees, and this year, 
thanks to the wonderful Philadelphia bookstore, I got three, 
for novels are preferred at the Book Club. 

When people work hard and have little pleasure they need 
relaxation, which means "Mrs. Wiggs" and "Lovey Mary" 
and tales of chivalry and wonder and social joys, and all the 
things which every one longs to have for themselves and 
their children. The writer who can blot out all the sordid 
present and raise one into a different atmosphere and keep 
one there for two hours is a mighty benefactor. 

August 6. 

I have suffered so from heat that I felt distracted. Went 
to the plantation most reluctantly, but it was a relief, for 
it felt cooler driving, but poor Ruth suffered greatly. I am 
ashamed to be so knocked down by the heat ; my mind seems 
addled. 

Bonaparte's daughter-in-law, Kiz, is very ill with typhoid 
fever. Her husband brought her to the doctor to-day in 



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93 



an ox cart. The doctor was very angry, saying she was quite 
too ill and that he must take her quickly home. 

I had made some jelly for her and sent Patty running after 
the ox cart with it. She said Kizzie was very grateful and 
took it all, saying it was the nicest thing she had ever tasted. 







f^'ftu^cr Syn^tA 



Her husband brought her in an ox cart. 



Poor, poor soul ; in this heat — no ice, no anything that she 
should have ! I who am quite well miss ice terribly, and 
think of her with that fever ! 

I sent some jelly to old Amy, too. I do not think she can 
recover. She is Patty's grandmother. MacDuff feels the 
heat greatly. The mercury has been over 90 for several 
days. The colts both have distemper and cannot be driven 
for a long time. 



CHAPTER III 

September 3. 

IT is time for my harvest to begin, but for some reason the 
rice is ripening very slowly, and I fear the first field at 
Casa Bianca will not be ready to cut before the 14th of 
this month. It has never quite recovered from the salt water 
and is not as fine as last year. At Cherokee one field of rice 
is very fine, the other not very good ; but the corn is of the 
best, and so are the peas. A splendid crop. In July I took 
up thirty acres of very well-drained land, enclosed it with 
an American wire fence, and planted some of it in cow-peas 
preparatory to planting alfalfa this autumn. The peas are 
most luxuriant, a solid mass of green about two feet high. 
They show the benefit of the subsoiling I had done, for I 
used no fertilizer of any kind on the land. I have gone to 
great expense to put this land in good condition, for I have 
great hope of making alfalfa our money crop in the future 
— poor, dear rice seems to have resigned that position. 

September 13. 

Mr. and Mrs. S. from Indiana are staying with Mr. L. 
They came to look into the possibilities of this country for 
cattle raising, Mr. S. being one of the most successful and best- 
known breeders of Hereford cattle. He wishes to see as 
much of the plantations as he can, so I invited them to spend 
the day with me at Casa Bianca, as it is a good natural pas- 
ture. I took down everything with me for a nice luncheon, 
and they seemed to enjoy the day. Mr. S. said my cattle 
wore in fine condition, and that the grass was v(>ry good. 

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While they amused themselves wandering about the 
grounds and over the rambling old house I went to see 
Marcus. He told me he had all the hands he could get mind- 
ing birds and picking grass out of River Wragg and that he 
had taken the water off to-day as he hoped to cut it day after 
to-morrow. After lunch when we went out the look of every- 
thing had changed — it had been a perfect morning, with little 
white clouds flitting about, just making you wonder at the 
blue of the sky in contrast to their airy whiteness, but now 
they had heavy dark edges and they rushed heavily and 
wildly about, and there was something in the air that made 
one sniff a coming storm. Mr. L., who knew the signs well, 
asked me to have his carriage got, and left at once, advising 
me to do the same ; but I had some things to attend to be- 
fore leaving, and so was nearly an hour late. I told Marcus 
to put the water back on the rice or it would be whipped to 
pieces by the wind, which was now tremendous. 

My twelve-mile drive home in an open wagon was a race 
with the storm, wildly exciting and exhilarating, in spite of 
the danger from falling limbs and flying branches. All along 
the way the cattle were gathered in the middle of the road, 
and my companion said she had always heard that was a sure 
sign of an approaching storm ; ordinarily they are in the 
woods and I was greatly surprised at the number. I knew 
the negroes owned a good deal of cattle, but did not know 
there were such herds. 

The horses were greatly excited and it did not take us long 
to reach home. Though it had rained all the way it did not 
pour, and the ^vind being so high seemed to blow the rain 
away, and we were very little wet. 

The wind increased in violence every hour, and now at 
10 o'clock it is a terrific gale. I have been all over the house 
examining windows and doors to see that the fastenings are 
secure, and am going to bed, for I am very tired. 



96 A WOAIAN BICE PLANTER 

September 14. 

The storm raged terribly all night ; sleep was impossible. 
The rafters creaked and groaned, the windows rattled, the 
house shook, the wind roared through the pine trees, while 
the cracking of limbs sounded like musketry and now and 
then the loud thud of a falling tree like cannon. These 
sounds kept the ear and mind on a prolonged strain. In the 
dawn of the morning I looked out — a gloomy, dark sky, 
trees down in every direction, not a fence in sight ; but no 
houses down. 

Later in the day I went forth to find out how my neighbors 
had fared, and found every one so thankful to find themselves 
and their families alive and unhurt that every one was cheer- 
ful and bright. Most people sat up all night and all seemed 
to have had me much on their minds. 

"Such a terrible night for you to be alone in the house; 
we thought of you constantly." I had been thinking with 
such anxiety about people on the islands and at sea that I 
did not feel frightened for myself ; but I found the servants 
had been very anxious about me, and Jim had walked round 
the house several times, but finding all still and no light had 
gone back to the servants' hall. I hear of many marvellous 
escapes, houses falling and pinning people do^\^l, \vithout a 
single death and with little injury. 

All the planters went out very early to the plantations, 
carrying axes to cut their way along. 

September 15. 

I rode to the plantation to-day, as the road is impassable 
for a vehicle from the village to Cherokee. There the storm 
played havoc ; the immense oak trees are down in every di- 
rection ; some uprooted, some split into several sections. 
Just back of the dwelling-house there was a large oak heavily 
draped with ivy that had been snapped off in falling, narrowly 
escaping the house. Two other very large oaks to the north- 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 97 

east of the house are dowii; they evidently broke the force 
of the wind on the house, which is not injured at all. The 
earth is strewn with gray moss and small green twigs and 
leaves, so that it looks like a huge gray and green carpet. 

A two-story barn is down at the barn-yard, also another 
building, and the screw is badly twisted and in a falling 
condition. The corn, which was so fine, has been torn and 
tangled, and a great deal is lying on the ground partially 
buried in the mud, the heavy beating rain having left the 
fields almost boggy. I sent all hands to gather up the fallen 
ears ; in the barn I had them shucked and spread over the 
floor to dry. At the point of nearly every ear the corn is 
sprouting. Of the cow-peas about ten acres are ruined ; 
they were loaded with pods almost ready to pick, and they 
have been stripped of leaves and fruit and are only bare 
stems. I have never seen a storm so thorough in its work 
and so minute in its attention to detail. 

I always try to see the grain of comfort in every misfor- 
tune, and find it now in the thought of the profit to the land 
in that heavy mulch of pea-vine leaves and pods ; meantime 
I will not make seed. Fortunately my alfalfa peas were 
younger and in a sheltered situation, and have not been at 
all hurt. I had not heard from Casa Bianca until to-night, 
and the same tale of destruction and desolation comes from 
there, but there has been no loss of life. I was so afraid some 
of the negro houses might have fallen and hurt some one, 
for they are very old. There is not a fence standing, and the 
demand for nails is great. 

September 17. 

This morning old Maum Mary came to bring me a present 
of sweet potatoes, indicating that she was in great need of 
nails ; so I made her a present of some nails and also a piece 
of money. She and old Tom live on a little farm of their 
own, where they plant a field of corn, a patch of rice, a patch 

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of cotton, and one of tobacco. They raise three or four hogs 
every year and have a cow. In addition to these they have a 
most proHfic pear tree and a very large scuppernong grape- 




"Old Maum Mary came to bring me a present of sweet potatoes." 



vine, and the sale of their fruit brings them in a nice little 
income. 

After the interchange of presents had been made and she 
had eaten the plate of meat and bread and drained the cup 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 99 

of coffee which I brought her, her tongue was loosed, and she 
said : — 

"Yes, my missus, I neber see sech a judgment on de tree ! 
De big pine 'ood is lebel down, en I had to climb for get yuh, 
but I ain't hab a nail, en de fench bin down, en me tetta, en 
me little crap o' corn bin dey open, en ef de Lawd didn't bin 
dat mussiful dat night en confuse de critter mind, all 'ood 
a gone. Yes, my missus, eberybody fench bin down, but not 
a cow nor a hog ain't eat nothing. Ain't yer see? De 
Lawd confuse dem mind to dat; Him is mussiful fer true. 
Dat night, my missus, de house shake en rock so, tell me en 
Tom git up en set down by de fiah, en we pray, en we pray, 
but de fiah cu'dn't burn, kase de rain po' down de chimbly. 
We de pray, en de house de rock en de shingle de fly, bam dis 
way, en bam dat way, en Tom cry out en 'e say, 'Yes, my 
Lawd, we is sinna fo' tru, but spare we dis time,' en den I 
teck up de disco' se en I say, ' Lawd, I know I is wicked, but 
gi' me anoder chanst.' En de wahter gone through de house, 
en de shed blow off, en de wedder-boa'd blow off, en de tree 
all round de crack en de fall, en, my missus, w'en de mawn- 
ing come I was susprise w'en I see Tom de day, en me de day, 
en de house de day, en I hoi' up my han' en I cry, 'My Lawd, 
yer is too mussiful, yo' jes' trow down de boa'd en de shingle, 
now ef dat bin a man, strong like a you, him 'ood a throw 
down de hoi' house.' Yes, ma'am, I'se tankful to de Lawd," 
and with a deep courtesy she went to mend her fence. 

September 20. 

Harvest is going on at Casa Bianca — the much-tried 
River Wragg field is being loaded into the flats, in spite of its 
being soaked in salt water in July and swept by the gale last 
Tuesday. I cannot help hoping it may make something, 
it looks so pretty and golden as it is being "toted" into the 
flat. The night of the gale I thought it would be completely 



100 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

destroyed, because it was dry, but a tremendous tide rushed 
over the banks and topped the rice, thereby saving it from 
complete destruction. The June rice, however, fifty acres 
of which was very fine, has been greatly injured by the top- 
ping tide, for it seems the water was brackish, and the rice 
was just in milk. Marcus was bragging about this rice, 
and my hopes were high, but now he shakes his head and 
looks solemn. 

Some years ago a lady in Saratoga said to me : "The Lord 
does not seem to have much respect for you rice planters." 
I answered: "I think Job's friends and acquaintances said 
the same thing to him." 

Certainly it behooves us to imitate that worthy's patient 
endurance of the calamities which fell so thick upon him for 
years, and his firm faith in his Maker. 

In the Old Testament the promise of worldly prosperity 
as a reward of obedience to God's law was very distinct, but 
in the New Testament it is different — sorrow, adversity, 
tribulation, are mentioned, and the promise is of peace within, 
of power to he undismayed by seeming disaster, strong in 
the faith that He doeth all things well. 

God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform, 
He plants his footsteps on the sea 

And rides upon the storm. 

* :^■ * * * + * 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence 

He hides a smiling face. 

Several of my friends in the village arc ill, and fresh milk 
is much needed ; so I waited till after sunset, wh(ni Gibbie 
had finished milking, to take the fresh milk with me. It was 
so little that after sending out three little pitchers there 



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was none left for myself. Gibbie is doing his best to dry 
up the cows ; this was the last trial. 

In the morning I found Eva had not come out to do the 
work I had pointed out to her, and I went out to the street, 
meaning to go to her house and see what was the matter. 

I found no gate to her large enclosure and could not get in, 
so went to Gibbie 's house to ask the way. It was about 

II o'clock and Gibbie was supposed to be at work. Saw the 
children and asked for their mother, but they did not seem 
to understand, but when I repeated my question the little 
one answered : — 

"Pa dey een 'e baid." 

I looked through the door and there was Gibbie fast asleep 
across the bed. I went in and poked him with my parasol, 
but he did not wake, so I left the house feeling hopeless — 
how can any work be done with this going on ! 

As I went through his yard I met his wife carrying a burn- 
ing coal between two sticks. She had been over to a neigh- 
bor's, as she said, "to ketch fiah fo' cook Gibbie bittle." 
She directed me to her mother-in-law's house through a 
labyrinth of fences and gates. 

I was much interested, for it is just what Stanley describes 
in "Darkest Africa," a system of passages of stockades, 
making hasty entrance impossible and so guarding against 
surprise ; any one finding his way through must be seen by 
the inmates before reaching the iimermost barrier. I wound 
my way through a field of splendid potatoes, then through 
one of peas, then into a field of splendid corn with peas run- 
ning to the top of the stalks loaded with pods seven and 
eight inches long. 

I went into the house, where Nobby, Eva's youngest 
son, a youth of 18, was sitting contemplating a big sheet 
packed with peas which lay on the floor. I asked where his 
mother was. He said in the field behind the house. He re- 



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mained sitting while I went round the house, where grew 
luxuriant tomato plants loaded with fruit and very tall 
okra, and on to another fine potato patch, where there were 
also peas, which Eva was picking. 

She was much startled at seeing me. When I asked her 
why she had not come to work as she promised she hesitated 
and stammered, then said that the cow broke her fence and 
she had to stay home to mend it. 

''Surely that big idle boy Nobby could mend the fence," 
I said. 

The fence showed no sign of damage, and I knew she had 
just preferred to stay at home. I spoke severely and told 
her to come to-morrow and do the work. She has in all 
about ten acres with her house, and her agreement is to give 
me one day's work every week as rent, and she cannot make 
up her mind to do that if she can possibly escape it. 

My only consolation was the extreme abundance and 
comfort of everything and the cleanliness of the houses and 
the children, but that is a great comfort to me. 

I have made myself a beautiful big blue denim apron 
turned up about twenty inches, so that when I go in the 
field to get rid of the cockspurs and see the work I need not 
be idle. 

My field of pea-vine hay is beautiful, but it was so badly 
ploughed that here and there cockspurs were not turned 
under and they would ruin the whole field. I have paid a 
woman twice to go through the field and pull out the plants 
before the fatal little burr was hard. I went through it my- 
self some time ago and found that she had only broken off 
the heads and left the roots, all there to spring again. 

I pulled out quite a number, and to-day called Dal) to 
go into the field with me to pull them. If only I had told 
him to bring a hoe the day would have been saved. In 
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through a low spot in the corn-field which was grown up with 
weeds dense and as tall as my head. The ox cart had made 
a track in the midst, where its wheels had mashed the weeds, 
from the barn-yard. I was about fifty feet in front of Dab, 
lifting my foot very high at each step and going very slowly, 
with eyes everywhere, when six feet in front of me I saw a 
heart curdling sight — a moccasin so enormous that I could 
not believe my eyes. 

He lay with his tail a foot beyond the wheel tracks on one 
side and his awful head a foot beyond on the other ! I called 
as softly as I could to Dab, who was just opening the gate, 
"Bring a strong stick quickly to kill this snake !" 

Dab called aloud in his most educated tone, which he very 
seldom uses, "A snake, eh? What kind of a snake? A big 
snake, eh?" 

"Come at once. Dab, with a strong stick!" I said in 
anything but a conversational tone, but Dab continued to 
discourse and ejaculate, and before I could get him to take 
a lath from an old gate near which he stood the monster, 
who had listened to everything, slowly moved into the thick 
bushes and was gone. 

There I stood, afraid to move one way or the other. I do 
not remember ever to have been so thoroughly demoralized 
since I was a child. When Dab came up even the tail was 
out of sight. I hate to think it, but it almost seemed as if 
Dab had dallied and waited until he was sure it had gone, 
for I kept crying, "Come quickly, it is beginning to move ! 
Oh, Dab, come on, it will get away ! It is going !" and not 
until I cried in despair, "Now it is gone !" did he come for- 
ward with great boldness, a splendid lightwood stake in his 
hand with which the snake could easily have been killed 
while it was in sight. I would not let him pursue it into the 
high growth. 

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gone I stood there battling with myself. I could not bear 
to go on through that tall, dense growth of grass and 
weeds with this terrible thing somewhere, but I said to my- 
self : "You have never let fear turn you back from an un- 
dertaking in your latter life ; are you going to turn craven 
now ? If you do you will be miserable ; your life is beset 
by many dangers ; once let fear get the upper hand and your 
composure and peace of mind are gone." 

So I argued and reasoned and fought with myself, and by 
the time Dab came, it was easy to go on. I took the hoe 
from him and cleaned a space of weeds in the direction the 
snake had taken, and when I had showed him that I was not 
afraid to do it and how I wished it done he took the hoe and 
very gingerly chopped down the growth toward the vegetable 
garden, for I feared very much that the monster should es- 
tablish itself in there. I kept behind him, encouraging him 
on, when he gave a shriek and cried : — 

"Der de snake now." No educated tone now. He cried 
aloud ''de snake, de sing." 

I tried my best to see the snake, but could not. He is a 
little taller than I am and could see over the bushes. 

"You must kill it. Dab !" I said. "If you do not it may 
bite you some day when you go to pick tomatoes. If you 
see it there is no danger ; you can chop its head off with 
that hoe." 

With much urging Dab lifted the hoe and struck once, 
twice, thrice and then called out, "I got 'm ; 'e daid !" 

"Bring it out ! Don't leave it in the weeds !" I said. 

Dab lifted his hoe tremulously, and there was a small 
ribbon snake, a foot long and one inch round ! 

I could not help a burst of merriment over it — and that 
restored our nerves. Dab continued to declare that the 
snake had sung, and since, I have felt I was very stupid not 
to know that the little snake's cry, if snakes ever do cry. 



106 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

was one of terror, and that it was clue to the big snake being 
near, and that if I had only knowai it was not the monster 
Dab saw, and if I had not let him waste time on the little 
snake we might have caught up with the big fellow, who will 
now remain a permanent terror. 

I am going to turn the horses in that field and the cows, and 
it will be a miracle if none of them meets him, and then my 
beautiful red setter will always be in danger. However, 
there was nothing to be done and I went on through the grass 
to the hay-field, walking very warily ahead with the hoe 
lifted, while Dab followed in my wake. 

We picked nearly a barrelful of cockspur roots from the 
field. I have had an empty barrel put there to receive them. 
The peas are bearing well and the grass is very high, and it 
will make splendid hay, but I will not mow it until I feel sure 
there is not a single cockspur left. 

They are fatal to horses. So strong are their little barbed 
points that if swallowed they pierce the intestines and kill 
the animal. There is only one way in which they can be got 
rid of, and that is by my all-day presence in the field, so for 
a week I expect to give myself up to it entirely — huge straw 
hat, blue denim apron, and buckskin gauntlets. 

September 21, 
This morning I went early to Cherokee and drove through 
the "street" to get some hands to break in two acres of corn 
which, being very near the road and convenient to passersby, 
had better be in the barn. At the well I found a picturesque 
group of gossiping matrons. After the usual civilities, I 
told my errand. "Becka, I want 3^ou," I said to one, a 
splendid figure, who stood balancing on her head a large tub 
of water. She answered: "Miss, I berry sorry; I kyant 
possible cum, I got de feber right now," and she walked off 
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health and strength and said, "Agnes, you will come?" 
"Miss, I too sorry, but mi baby got de feber ;" the said baby 
looked as bright and hearty as the mother. All through the 
street it was the same thing. One elderly woman, quite as 
a favor, went home and locked her door and came. I had 
brought my house servants to help and found one or two 
hands in the barn-yard ; but it took much longer than it 
should have done. 

This corn had been stolen in a very clever way. About 
a month ago I went through the field to mark what I wished 
kept for seed from the stalks that had more than one fine 
ear. I found that about every eighth stalk had two ears and 
some few had three ears ; to-day, when gathered, not a single 
stalk had more than one ear. In spite of this and the damage 
from the storm, these two acres made seventy-two bushels 
of shelled corn, which is a comfort. 

On the way down I stopped at the post-office. While I 
waited for my stamps a negro drove up and took from his 
buggy two large sacks stuffed full of something ; each sack 
held two bushels. To my amazement, when he proceeded to 
empty the contents on the ground, I found they were rice 
birds ! I tried at once to buy a dozen, but he said they were 
already sold, and began to count them out to another negro. 
He had got to 150 dozen when I left and had not got through 
with one sack. He said he got 35 cents a dozen for them. 
I have only had rice birds twice this season ; yet the fields 
are swarming with them. 

The work of repairing the screw which carries the rice 
from threshing mill to shipping barn is nearly finished. It 
has been very expensive, and my crop this year does not war- 
rant the expense. Yet it was dangerous to leave it hanging 
as it was, and so I was forced either to pull it down, which 
would have been an expense, or repair it, and I chose the 
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Peaceville, September 23. 

Went to Casa Bianca to-day, but did not see Nat, though 
he always assures me that he never leaves the place for an 
hour. In spite of the rough preparation of the ground the 
peas I had him plant are splendid. 

I went down especially to see the spot I have enclosed in 
wire, intending to try celery on it. I gave Nat very special 
directions about preparing the land, 
but thought it best to see how he 
would succeed before risking any 
money in plants. I told him to 
plough it once north and south 
very deep — I was willing for 
him to do only half an acre a 
day so as to be sure of its being 
well done — then to harrow it 
thoroughly and after that to 
plough it east and west, then to 
harrow it every day for a week. 
These seemed to me clear and 
sensible directions, and I gave him 
as long as he needed to do the work, 
not hurrying him. 

When I saw the result to-day I was un- 
certain whether to laugh or to cry ; 
fortunately mirth won the day. I 
was wearing heavy boots and yet it was difficult walking, so 
uphill and downdale was it. I am truly thankful I did not go 
to the expense of buying the plants until I saw the condition 
of the land. It would be hopeless to expect anything like 
celery to grow and thrive in such a rough bed ; it could never 
be a success. 

It is a great disappointment. Nat is in some ways so 
faithful and intelligent that I thought I could make him un- 




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110 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

derstand how I wanted the soil. He is a fine rice-field hand. 
He rented ten acres and always made good crops. This is 
only one acre of very rich black land with a western slope 
to a little branch ; it has been pastured for years. 

In the happy days when I lived at Casa Bianca (about 
a hundred years ago) it was the vegetable garden, and in it 
we always grew delicious celery ; but then the gardener was 
an expert, one of the wonderful products of the past, Paul 
Wynns by name. I should like to tell his story some day. 
Thanks to his fidelity, cleverness, and diligence the family 
silver was all saved in the very teeth of the all-absorbing 
Sherman. 

It was some years after the war, and he was very old when 
he looked after our garden, having a boy under him to do the 
work. He was a Methodist preacher of some distinction 
and had great power with his o^\ti people, which was very 
fortunate, for in a time of upset and intoxication, when the 
poor darkeys were rudderless and one heard the boast often, 
"De bottom rail dey on top now," Paul's good sense and good 
heart — I may say his wisdom — were a great blessing, and 
he left his mark behind him. In the time before 1860 he 
was in charge of everything in this household, a most accom- 
plished house servant. 

My predecessor at Casa Bianca was a woman of immense 
ability and cleverness. She spent much time abroad and 
was a great friend of the Grand Duke of Weimar, who on one 
occasion about 1862 said he had always desired an African 
in his suite. Mrs. P. said at once : — 

"I will send you one as a present." 

The Grand Duke demurred, but on her return home, 
though the war was raging, she fulfilled her promise. She 
asked Paul if he would like his son Tom to be the lad chosen 
to go, that he would have the best education and live in the 
midst of luxury. Paul, after mature deliberation, accepted 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 111 

the honor for his son and in spite of war and turmoil Tom 
was sent. 

The Grand Duke was delighted with him and treated him 
with the greatest favor. He married the daughter of an 
"honorable Councillor" and lived happy ever afterward. 
He lost his life in his efforts to render help when a fire broke 
out in the palace, dying from the effects of overexertion. 
His monthly letters were the delight of his father. Since 
Paul's death I have heard nothing of the family. 

When I got back to Cherokee at 4 o'clock I found a funeral 
going on. David's eldest son was buried. I am so sorry; 
he was always a good boy and had learned the trade of car- 
penter and was doing good work. It is hard on his parents. 

Elihu's little boy was also buried to-day. I am distressed 
for poor Elihu. He has lost his wife and three little boys 
since he left Cherokee. '■ If I only had an empty house in 
repair I would insist on his coming back. They say it was 
his poor wife who persuaded him to accept the offer of my 
neighbor. 

As I drove home to-day Ruth shied violently and, looking 
do^vn, I saw a terrible looking black man in the broiling 
sun in the ditch asleep or ill, I couldn't tell which, but Dab 
stuttered out : "Drunk, ma'am ; nothing but dat." I drove 
on a little way and then said : — 

"Dab, that poor creature will die in that burning sun. 
Take my umbrella and go back and set it up over him. Don't 
speak to him, just put the umbrella so as to keep the sun off." 

So Dab flew off, but Ruth would not wait, and I had to 
drive on. I met a nice looking black woman whose parents 
had belonged to us, and I said : — 

"Chaney, I sent my umbrella to put over a man in the 
ditch there ; do fix it right when you pass." 

She dropped a deep curtsy and said : "Dat is my husband 
Jupiter, Miss Patience, en' he's drunk all de time, en' I 



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t'ank yo' kindly for puttin' de hambrellar ober him. Miss 
Patience, he ain't gi'e me so much as a apurn fo' five years, 
but he is my lawful married husband an' I bleeged to ten' 
'um." 

September 29. 

Vareen harvest begun, a perfect day, the sun in great 
glory, with little white clouds flitting hither and thither, 
doing continual homage to him, and making the sky a thing 
of beauty. I did not go do^\^l to the plantation early, but 
followed my plan of getting there just in time to turn back 
the hands who are leaving the field with too little done. Yet 
they got ahead of me, for they had all left the field and gone 
home at 11 : 30 o'clock, having only cut four acres in a field 
of eleven acres. Of course it was vain to at- 
tempt to get them back. I met faithful old 
Ancrum, whom I had put in charge, and he told 
me that they had all cut what was counted a 
task in slavery times, and left the field by 11 
o'clock. I was greatly tried, because the risk 
of leaving the rice in the field all clay Sunday 
is too great, and I wanted to get it into the 
barn-yard Saturday evening, I explained 
this to the old man and told him we would 
have to get a big day's work done to- 

'*^*' *"' ,_ morrow, as so little had been done 

^/"""^ "*" "' to-day, or it would leave a very 
heavy day's work for Saturday, 
which they all dislike very much. My father always allowed 
a very light task for Saturday and required that washing, 
scouring, raking the yards and burning trash should be done 
in each household as a prei:)aration for Sunday, when every- 
thing should be tidy and clean. They kee]^ up the practice 
very generally now, and it is rare to find on the "street" a house 
where active preparations are not being made on Saturday 
evening, and I encourage it in every way in my power. 




A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 113 

The new beater for the threshing mill engine has arrived 
and is being put up. Last year I lost my engineer, he having 
been absorbed by a neighboring mill-owner, and I felt much 
at a loss, but I turned at once to an old "befo' de wah" 
darkey, who had learned his trade under my father. Every 
one said old Tinny could not possibly run the mill : he was 
too old and stupid ; but I sent for him and he came promptly, 
and when I asked if he could run the engine and thresh the 
crop for me he answered, with great spirit, "vSuttinly I kin," 
as though I had insulted him by the question. He has 
showed himself a competent engineer, careful and vigilant, 
though he looks as if he had not intelligence or capacity 
enough to kindle the fire. His first action was to tell me, 
after examining the machinery, that I must get a new beater, 
as he did not consider the one in use safe. When I demurred 
he said, "Miss, lemme mek you sensible. I kin patch um 
up en run de ingin ef yo' kyan't possible buy a new one ; 
but it's a resk, en my ole marsta 'ood neber expose none o' 
him peeple to run a ingin wid sech a beater, yo' onderstan', 
ma'am?" I needed nothing more than that, and wrote at 
once to beg Capt. L. to come and examine it and, if necessary, 
to order a new one for me. He took a long time to come, 
being a very busy man, but when he did come he said Tinny 
was quite right and a new one was necessary, and now Tinny 
is engaged in putting in the new heater. It seems almost a 
miracle to me that he should be able to do it ; but it just 
shows what it is to have been thoroughly trained to a thing 
in youth. This pygmy of 75, who has not looked at an 
engine for thirty years, and has just lived under his own 
vine and fig tree and worked his own little farm, the moment 
he is called upon, is perfectly at home in the engine room and 
really more competent than the very intelligent, smart young 
man I had before, who reads, writes, and speaks correctly 
and has learned his trade since the war. 
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114 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

In the same way old Ancrum, who is 80 years of age, is 
the one man I can get to do a really pretty piece of ditch- 
ing. Auerbach says, "By work we learn fidelity," and I 
believe the immense number of infidelities, financial, moral, 
and spiritual, which flood the country come in great 
measure from the sentiment against labor which has crept 
over the land with the rise of Avealth. There is a sentimen- 
tality which is opposed to work and laments over the neces- 
sity for it, whereas the man or woman who has never really 
worked is to be pitied, and will never reach the point of ex- 
cellence and development that could have been attained, had 
he or she learned to put out the whole strength, either of 
mind or body, on something. 

September 30. 

I got down to the plantation in time to turn back some of 
the young men who had left the field and were on their way 
to "the street," having cut a half acre but not tied up the 
rice they cut yesterday. A few laughing words as to the 
contrast between their strong looks and feeble deeds made 
them turn back, and fearing to lose sight of them I offered 
to take them back to the field in my boat. If I had been in 
the field all morning I could not have kept them, they would 
have slipped away from me just as they had done from the 
foreman ; but arriving fresh and cheerful on the scene I can 
force them back by my will. I got into the field just as they 
had all finished cutting and were about to leave, and as each 
one turned to leave, I said : "Now tie up what you cut yes- 
terday and tote it to the flat." It was just touch and go as 
to whether they would flatly refuse or obey. For one mo- 
ment they stood wavering; then I said, "Don't delay now, 
for it is better to have the extra work to-day than on Satur- 
day." That settled it and they flew, and now, at 2 o'clock, 
the whole of yesterday's cutting is in the flat and every one 
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Agnes has just passed me going home. As she was getting 
into her boat I said, "Finished already? I know you are 
glad I made you do it." She showed every one of her 
perfect teeth and said, "Miss, I too tenk yo' for mek me do 
um ; to-morrer I kin finish by 10 o'clock," I brought a 
basket of beautiful Keiffer pears with me and distribute 
them from time to time, and they are much enjoyed. This 
country is the home of the pear ; both the Keiffer and Le 
Conte grow and bear luxuriantly, and the pears reach im- 
mense size. 

I feel so happy at the success of the day's work that I am 
going to eat my frugal meal, with its accompaniment of 
artesian water, with great enjoyment. No one who has 
not spent days out of doors, with all the pretty sights and 
sounds which nature so lavishly provides, can know the 
exhilaration I feel. After trying everything for lunch I have 
settled on a closely covered dish of rice, which is most satis- 
fying and is very little trouble to eat. If only the field 
did not smell so terribly ! My good Chloe has put up a large 
supply of rice and broiled ham to-day, so I am able, after I 
finish, to offer a part to any one who looks dejected or tired. 
"Would you like some of my dinner, Ancrum? Well, 
bring your bucket cover." They all carry their "bittle," 
as they call their lunch, in bright looking tin cans with close 
fitting covers which make nice plates. 

When the rice was all nicely stowed in the fiat I got into 
my boat and came home. 

October 1. 

A sparkling welcome to October — a perfect day with 
mercury only 65. I am sitting on Vareen bank watching 
the "toting" — such active, wonderful figures, I wish I 
had my kodak. The distance across the field is consider- 
able and to see little Stella, just her feet to her knees visible, 
so huge is the bundle of rice on her head, coming across the 



116 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

field, stepping over the quarter drains from one boggy spot 
to another, is wonderful. 

The hands have worked splendidly to-day and my little 
refreshments have been much appreciated. Fortunately it 
was just high water at 3 o'clock when the last sheaf was put 
in the flat and so it could be poled up the river and put 
safely under the flat-house. I put Elihu in charge of her as 
watchman until Monday. I hope that, as the rice in the 
flat will make a comfortable resting-place, he will remain at 
his post. It was with a light heart I drove back to the pine- 
land, for the clouds were darkening and it was pleasant to 
know that the rice is under shelter, and the blessed Day of 

Rest will be free from anxiety. 

October 3. 

The first day of threshing is always trying. The feed 
house is packed up to the very roof with the rice from 
P. D. Wragg, and I want to get it threshed out to allow 
Vareen to be brought out of the flat and stowed in the feed 
room. Of course the belts, etc., all have to be adjusted, 
and it took so long to get in good running order that when 
they got through threshing the rice in the mill they all de- 
clared it was too late to unload the flat. I insisted, however, 
on their working until sunset, as they had spent many hours 
idle while the bands were being adjusted. We got nearly 
all out of the flat, and it will be easy to finish early in the 
morning and have the flat empty and ready for Cicero, to 
whom I have promised it to-morrow, to load up his rice at 
Casa Bianca. 

I rode down on my wheel this morning, a most inspiriting 
ride in the fresh morning air. On my way to the barn-yard 
I turned aside to see the field I have recently enclosed, and 
planted in cow-peas preparatory to alfalfa. There is a splen- 
did growth of peas in full bearing, the pods quite green still. 
It is a beautiful and cheering sight. I opened the gate and 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 117 

went in, for the finest peas are not visible from the gate. 
What was my dismay to find ten fat, sleek oxen standing 
up to their bodies in the peas eating rapidly ! They all 
belonged to the negroes on the place. I never saw a more 
perfect picture of satisfaction. I walked round the fence till 
I found the place where they had literally torn three panels 
to pieces — new American fence wire well stretched on fine 
cedar posts ! I cannot understand it, unless they had help. 
The top mre had been broken just between two staples 
and that gave the slacloiess which enabled them to destroy 
it. I had just to leave them there, for even if I had not been 
afraid of them, I could not possibly have driven them out 
alone. 

I had to go on to the barn-yard and not say a word about 
it until I found some one who could be spared from the 
threshing — there were just enough hands to run the mill — 
Jim had gone to Gregory for a load of boards. After a 
while, in a pause of the threshing, I took Marion, who was 
stowing back straw in the barn, and sent him with my little 
Imp to drive the cattle out. I gave him a pencil and piece 
of paper and told him to write down the number of cattle 
and the names of their owners, saying, "this is a position of 
trust, Marion." He answered, "Yes, ma'am," most pleas- 
antly. He came back after a while with the names of the 
owners and the number of cattle very neatly written, but 
there were eight instead of ten. I asked Imp afterward 
how many oxen there were and without hesitation he said, 
"ten"; so I knew Marion had failed in his trust. Later 
I had the fence repaired as best I could and told all the 
men they must tie up their cattle for the night. Elihu, 
who had three splendid oxen in the field, expressed great 
regret and said, "I ploughed de Ian' for dem pea, en day 
is tu fyne fer cattle 'stroy." He promised faithfully to 
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October 4. 

On my way to Cherokee this morning I stopped at the 
alfalfa field and there in the midst were fourteen head of 
cattle ; only one man had shut up his. Elihu's three oxen 
were there and his cow and two pretty heifers besides, also a 
pair belonging to a man who lives on his own farm, two miles 
off in the woods, and only works here when it pleases him. 

I went on quickly and sent Jim to take Imp and drive 
them out of the field and into my yard, where the owners 
can come and pay for them before they take them out. I 
charged 25 cents each for the first offence, and doubled it 
for the second. It certainly is a great trial after the heavy 
expense of such a fence to have professional fence breaking 
oxen tear it to pieces. I thought nothing could hurt it but 
tools in human hands. 

The fields that have been threshed have turned out piti- 
fully and I am in despair. I hear on every side that the 
price is very low. Nearly all the planters have already 
announced that they will not plant any rice next year, which 
no doubt is wise, but what will become of the country with 
no money crops? For the jfirst time I put a mortgage on 
the place this year and borrowed $1000. Marshfield at 
Casa Bianca (25 acres) has often put that much in the 
bank and sometimes more; so I felt justified in doing it, 
but now — ! 

I am trying to cut and cure some pea-vine and crab-grass 
hay, but it is very uphill work. Every one is so ignorant of 
hay making and I cannot tell them with authority because 
I know nothing myself except what common-sense dictates. 
The putting up and starting of the mowing machine was very 
difficult, but now it is working fairly well, and the weather is 
perfect for the purpose. The stacking I cannot get properly 
done — they are accustomed to pile straw in heaps and they 
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October 11. 
Digging potatoes at Cherokee, eight women with hoes ; 
but they make slow progress. I insisted on having Jim 
open some with the plough, but Bonaparte said the plough 
covered up too many, and as he has been superintending this 
work a long time, and has the banking and storing of the 
potatoes, I thought it the part of wisdom to let him do it 
in the way which he assured me would secure the greatest 
number of potatoe for my use. 

October 13. 

Still digging potatoes, though only one and three-quarter 
acres were planted, and they are not turning out as well as 
usual ; they generally yield over one hundred bushels to the 
acre. The hay making goes on pretty well. Jim is getting 
to run the mower and rake very skilfully, but the man I have 
stacking the hay is very obstinate. As long as I stand and 
look at him the stack is packed and properly formed, but as 
soon as I leave he just tosses the hay lightly on the pole and 
a rain would ruin it. 

October 23. 

The potatoes are all in and the hay nearly so. The other 
evening I was superintending the stacking of the hay when 
five children came to ask me to let them go in the potato field 
and "hunt tetta." I let them go, as I always do, for my 
heart is tender to children and I like to see their delight 
over the potatoes they find. I was so much interested in 
getting a perfect stack that I went up the ladder to the top 
to see if it was well packed, while the wagon went for another 
load. It was so lovely up there that I sat a long time. The 
sun was nearing the end of its journey, and the slanting 
rays glorified the fields with their borders of bright colored 
leaves, the ruddy brown of the cypress giving its rich tone 
to the landscape. I saw from my vantage point nearly the 
whole upland, and in the foreground the children in the 



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potato patch. They all had hoes and it struck me they were 
digging very regularly in rows and not here and there, as 
they generally do, and I watched them more closely. In the 
little time that they had been there the boys had each about 







;'"5^'" 



Five children asked me to let them "hunt tetta." 

a bushel in their bags, and I realized that the women had 
systematically covered up potatoes in the rows as they dug 
them. I did not stop the children, but let them go on every 
afternoon, with the result that they each got about ten 
bushels of potatoes. Another year I will not employ the 



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women on the place to dig them, but will get hands from 

outside, for whom the temptation will not be so great to 

hide the potatoes for their o^vn children to find. I like 

the children to glean, for their parents are so careless and 

improvident that very few make a crop of potatoes, though 

they have every opportunity to do so, and children always 

love potatoes; but when it comes to having the best ones 

covered up for them I feel it is time to call a halt. One year 

I superintended the digging very closely myself, and there 

was no chance for covering up. The crop turned out finely 

and I was pleased, but after the potatoes were banked in the 

barn-yard they were stolen, so that I have since left it entirely 

to Bonaparte. 

October 31. 

The harvest of my twenty-five acre field at Casa Bianca 
began to-day — most beautiful weather and the hands 
worked very well, cutting down seven and a half acres, so 
that I hope we will get it all in the flats by Saturday. 

November 1. 

Another brilliant day and the hands getting on merrily 
with the work. If this were April rice we would tie up to- 
day what was cut yesterday, but the June rice straw is so 
green that one day's sun is not enough to dry it and so the 
tying will not begin until to-morrow. 

November 2. 

Seven and a half acres cut again to-day and Monday's 
cutting tied up and put in little cocks in the field. Though 
we have only had the few hands living on the place, the work 
is getting on finely. The sky is somewhat overcast, but I 
trust it does not mean rain. 

November 3. 

It began to rain late last evening, and poured all night. I 
could not sleep for thinking of my rice on the stubble. That 



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which is stacked may not be much hurt, but that lying 
untied on the stubble will be terribly injured. During all 
the beautiful weather of the past two weeks I was eager to 
get the field harvested, but Marcus said it was not quite 
ripe enough, and when rice is cut underripe the grain is 
soft and mashes up in the pounding, making a very poor 
quality of rice ; so I was forced to wait. 

November 4. 

Reports from Casa Bianca are terrible. The gale of east 
wind we have had forced in the sea Avater till it swept over 
the banks, and only the tops of the stacks are to be seen above 
the water and it is still raining. Marcus had to put a boat 
in the fields and he paddled down over all the banks to 
examine the condition of the rice in Marshfield. 

November 7. 
To-day I moved from the pineland to the plantation 
(Cherokee). There has been no ice, but we have had three 
heavy frosts and I think the vegetation sufficiently killed 
to make it safe. 

November 10. 

A glorious day after all the rain. I have not written for 
some days because things are too depressing all around me. 
When they get very bad I cannot bear to write them down. 
Saturday I paid out $75, the amount it usually takes to put 
Marshfield in the barn-yard, and it is still in the field. The 
turning and drying of the rice have been very expensive. 
To-day I went down and was much relieved to see it in such 
good condition. Marcus greeted me with that subtle flat- 
tery of which the darkies are masters, a cheerful, respectful, 
hearty greeting and then, "Miss, de Laud mus' be love yer, 
ma'am ! I neber see sech ting, I was shock wen I see de 
rice, fu' it ain't damage none tall, yes, ma'am de Laud must 
sho'ly love yer ! " I expressed my gratitude for the great 



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mercy, for indeed it looks wonderfully well. One flat, the 
Sarah, was loaded to-day. She was to have had eight 
acres put in, but when they got seven on she began to leak 
and no more could be put on. I have ordered hands down 
from Cherokee to bring her up the river by hand, for she is 



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" The field with its picturesque workers." 

leaking too much to be h^ft loaded until Saturday, when I 
have ordered the tug to tow the others up. 

November 15. 

Down at Casa Bianca again, in the field all day, the hands 
toting rice to 78, my largest flat. She is expected to 
carry nine acres. It is lovely down on the banks, and my 
English friend, an artist, who is sketching the field with its 



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picturesque workers, is enthusiastic over the wonderful soft 

colors and the enchanting haze over all. I will have to 

borrow a flat, for Sarah is leaking too much to be brought 

back from Cherokee and 78 and White House cannot carry 

all the rice. 

November 19. 

The tug brought the three fiats at daylight this morning. 
I could not get all three unloaded, but the rice from two 
is safely stowed in the mill and the other will have to take 
its chances in the fiat till Monday. The hands worked well 
to-day, and were very merry and danced for my artist friend. 
A man came bringing $2 to buy two wagon loads of rice 
straw. It is in great demand and it is hard to refuse to sell 
it when people want it so much. I let this darky have the 
two loads. I have always given away a great deal but I 
have to deny myself that pleasure this year, for I have twenty- 
eight head of cattle, not to speak of the horses, to get through 
the winter, and the crop is so short. 

November 20. 

Marshfield turned out 737^ bushels in spite of storm 
and salt. Now, if I can only get a decent price for it. 

November 25. 

Drove down to Gregory to sell my rice in the rough, as 
I have not yet got samples of that I sent to mill in October. 
Sold it for 42i cents per bushel, $313.43 for the 737| bushels ! 

"Alas, poor Yorick." 

Cherokee, November 27. 

Rode on horseback to Peaceville to-day to get the mail, and 
brought back a very heavy mail and two books which have 
been generously sent to the Book Club ; and not content 
with that, saw some very nice salt fish at the store and bought 
two pounds and brought that home too. 

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126 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

Romola. She is a delightful saddle horse so that I have 
been riding everywhere instead of driving, and I do enjoy 
it. Romola has a history. 

One of my hands some years ago got into trouble and came 
to me in great distress to borrow quite a large sum of money. 
I lent it to him and two years passed without his making 
the least effort to pay it, though he had made good crops 
and shipped over a hundred bushels of rice of his own to 
market. So one spring I said to him, 

*'As you will not pay your debt yourself, you had better 
make your horse pay it. I will rent her from you and use 
her until the debt is paid." He seemed very pleased at the 
idea and brought his mare the next day. I had often felt 
sorry for her ; she struck me as having once been some one's 
pet and a pleasure horse — a dark chestnut, with a nice air 
about her. When I asked her name he gave the name of 
one dear to me which I could not bear to use, so I said : 
"I will call her Romola, after you." This delighted him, 
his name being Romulus, pronounced by his friends Ram- 
blus. 

I found to my dismay that Romola was too weak to do 
any work when she first came and I had the pleasure of feed- 
ing her for a month before she could be of any use. Romulus 
had only fed her, and that lightly, when he used her, which 
might be once a week or once a fortnight ; the rest of the time 
she was turned loose in the woods to hunt her living. 

After being well fed and groomed for a while she became 
quite useful, and at the end of nine months the debt was 
paid and I returned her to him. He brought her back, how- 
ever, at once and said : — 

"Miss, she look so fine you kin keep um fu' she feed. I 
ain't got no co'n. I ain't got no pertikler use fur um." 

So I kept her through that winter and in the spring he 
came to say he had received an offer of S45 for her and he was 



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going to sell her. I told him I would give him $50 and so 
Romola became mine, and she is a delightful creature. 

Having known evil days she appreciates her home and is 
always cheerful. Her gaits are very pleasant, easier than 
Ruth's, but she is a great jumper, no fence can hold her, she 
skims over like a bird. When I try to get her near enough 
to a gate for my short arms to reach the latch there is always 
a danger of her leaping it. 

She comes up to it nicely and stops where a man's long 
arm could open it with ease, but for me it is hopeless. I 
ride off and bring her back two or three times with the same 
result, then she loses patience and prepares to jump. 

Green has given me notice that he wishes to leave my 
service the end of this month, so I must find some one else. 
He milks the five cows and ploughs a quarter of an acre of 
oats a day and thinks he is overworked ; told Chloe yester- 
day he was broken down with hard work ! 

Just at the end of the war, when things were being ad- 
justed after the upheaval of the Emancipation Proclamation, 
my mother was trying to arrange a contract which would 
be just to all parties, so that the lands might be worked and 
the starvation and want which was threatening this region 
prevented. The intelligent negroes saw the necessity and 
gave what help they could, acquiescing in the terms of the 
contract. The inferior element among the negroes was very 
turbulent and rebellious and it was a very exciting scene. 

At my mother's request a United States soldier had been 
detailed by the commandant in Gregory to be present, wit- 
ness the contract and keep order. During the turmoil and 
uproar the soldier said : — 

"I should think you'd rather get white help." 

From time to time it has recurred to me with renewed 
humor, and now I think the time has come when I really must 
try and "get white help." 



CHAPTER IV 

Thanksgiving, November 28. 

I ROSE very early so as to make the long drive to Gregory 
in time for church. I sent Chloe and Dab out to col- 
lect holly and moss, for my thanksgiving service is 
always to lay some tokens of loving memory in the sacred 
spot where my loved ones lie. 

The morning was beautiful, but very cold ; as the sun 
gained power it got warmer and the air was delightful. I 
was detained getting off so that I was late for church, but 
spent a long time in the churchyard placing the quantity 
of brilliant holly, the berries so red and the leaves so green, 
in beds of the solemn gray moss to my satisfaction. 

When I finished I drove to Woodstock to spend the rest 
of the day and night. On my way I saw by the roadside 
two young people having a picnic d deux — a pretty woman, 
very fair in a Marie Louise blue shirtwaist. I thought what 
a charming way to pass their holiday, taking their lunch in 
the woods, the brown carpet of pine needles spread at their 
feet. As I came abreast of them the man crossed the road 
and said : — 

"I wish to speak to you, ma'am. I've been waiting for 
you. You may remember you passed us driving in a wagon 
this morning? The man whose wagon we were in and who 
was driving, said : 'That's the lady for you ; she's got plenty 
of land and money and you'd better see her.'" 

I laughed and said, "He was right about the land, but 

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much astray in the other statement. I have about a thou- 
sand acres of land, but not a cent of money." 

"Well, ma'am, it's the land I'm after. I want to farm. 
I've been working with a big company at my trade, steam- 
fitting and carpenter's work, and they've laid off their hands 
in this tight spell, and I've took a notion to go back to farm- 
ing for a while. I was raised on a farm an' was a-ploughin' 
cotton when I was 12 years old — I don't belong to this 
State. I come here last year for my wife's health. She 
loves the country, so I would like to take about thirty acres 
on shares." 

I asked if he could manage that much alone. He pointed 
to his pretty wife and said : — 

"She's just the workin'est woman you ever see an' she'll 
do her share, I reckon." 

I told him to come up to Cherokee as soon as he could 
and look over the land ; that I had a cottage which used to 
be our schoolhouse when I was a child, which I thought would 
be very comfortable for him after a little work. I asked him 
what shares he proposed. He said : — 

"In course I don't know the way you works shares in this 
State, but at home I rents my farm to my brother-in-law 
an' I furnishes the team and feeds it and the land is under 
good fence an' we divides the cost of fertilizer an' he does all 
the work an' we shares the crop in half; he takes one-half 
and gives me one-half." 

I told him that would suit me entirely. I had my land 
under good wire fencing and would furnish a team and feed it. 

I drove on — I have always said I was the special child 
of Providence and here is an instance — waylaid on the road 
by the very person I was wanting to find and have been 
looking for in vain. 

I was late for luncheon, but was forgiven in view of such 
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Woodstock, November 29. 

This morning it poured torrents, so I did not start until 
midday, when it was not raining so hard. I drove through 
the terrific neighborhood road to the ferry only to find the 
wire broken and the flat drifting down the river. 

In the intense cold and wet discomfort, I had food for 
devout thanksgiving that I had not been a little earlier and 
so been in the drifting flat. I turned and drove three miles 
up the river to another ferry, so that I did not get home until 
very nearly dark. 

When within a mile of Cherokee I met my farmer on his 
way back to town ; he had hired a horse and gone up to look 
over the land, and though it was a most discouraging day 
and he was wet to the skin and very cold and very sore, for 
he said he had not ridden for years, he was delighted with the 
land. He said, however, he feared the repairs on the house 
would cost more than a renter for only one year would pay, 
and that was all that he now proposed to rent. 

I told him I was willing to put the repairs in and that 
while they were going on he could occupy two rooms that I 
had elsewhere, as he expressed great eagerness to come at 
once if he came at all. So there on the road in the rain, 
it was agreed that he should come up on the boat next 
Wednesday. 

I am so worn out with the long drive and the intense cold 
that I can scarcely make myself write, but apparently my 
"white help" is in sight and I must record it. 

December 3. 

The boat blew very early yesterday morning. I had sent 
the two wagons up to meet Mr. and Mrs. Z. and their belong- 
ings, and they arrived with very neatly packed clean new fur- 
niture, his fine tool chest being the most impressive thing. 

Mr. Z. very soon got everything in position and the cook- 



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ing stove up and going, and this morning he started work 
upon the cottage. 

Fortunately I had some shingles on hand or I could not 
have undertaken it, but only 1000 will have to be bought. 
The plastering is down, and that is the most serious consider- 
ation now. The sides are good, but the ceiling is much 
broken. 

I drove Romola to the store to get the nails, etc., which 
were wanted, and then, feeling very much lulled and soothed 
by the thought of having some one who worked with such 
vim and needed no looking after, I spent a delightful, restful 
evening reading the "Memoirs of Madame Vigee Le Brun." 
Most interesting and inspiring to read of such a woman — such 
great gifts and above all such wonderful diligence — not an 
idle moment did she allow herself ; her art and the social 
labors belonging thereto occupied every moment. 

Cherokee, December 5. 

I had to go to Gregory to-day to get the check for my rice. 
Small though it is, I need it to pay for thrashing, etc. I 
determined to take my colt Dandy over the ferry for the 
first time, as that would give a spice of enjoyment to an other- 
wise trying day, so had the pole put on the buckboard and 
Ruth and Dandy put in. He drives charmingly in double 
harness, but the ferry is a very trying thing at first to a 
horse — just a long, flat boat, only wide enough to admit of 
driving in with care, without railing front or back, and 
propelled across the Black River, which is very deep, by two 
negroes pulling on a wire slack enough to allow the passage 
of tugboats and small steamers. If, by chance, one of these 
comes puffing along while one is in the flat, it takes a very 
sensible horse to stand it. 

My horses are all wonderfully intelligent and understand 
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word, but Dan is so young and frolicsome that he might not 
stop to listen. He is a picture pony, with the grace and 
activity of a kitten, and as plucky and stanch as possible, 
but terribly mischievous ; has killed two calves for me. 
He is not yet broken to saddle, for I was afraid of putting 



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"The Ferry." 

much weight on him while so young. Breaking him to double 
harness has been a great pleasure to mc, for he has never given 
any real trouble. I put him first in a very light vehicle 
with Mollie, the doyenne of the stable, who, though old (22) 
and reliable, is very spirited and pulled up with him beauti- 
fully, yet didn't mind his prancing and dancing. I didn't 
put him in single for fear he would come into general use 
before he was old enough to stand it. 

One day Jim came to me and begged me to allow Jack and 
himself to put Dan in the little single wagon. I hesitated, 
as I was too busy to go and see it done, but Jim was so eager 
for it that finally I consented, told him to take the body off 
of the little wagon, leaving only the running gear, which 
would be light, and told him only one of them must be in 
the wagon at a time. I did not go out for about an hour, 



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when I saw Jim leading Dan to the stable, no wagon to be 
seen anywhere. I asked where the wagon was. His answer 
was : — 

"Dan went beautiful, ma'am, an' we drove him all over 
the plantation." "Well," I said, "then, where is the 
wagon?" Most reluctantly Jim went on: "Then, ma'am, 
Jack an' me thought as he'd done so well we wud jes' take 
him down the avenue an' haul in that wood by the gate." 
"What," I cried, "that heavy oak wood?" Lower and 
lower went poor Jim's head. "Yes, ma'am." "And what 
happened then?" I was determined to extract the whole 
story, so as to know how to act. "Then, ma'am, Dan he 
pull fine till we cum to rise the hill, an' then he wudn't 
pull the wagon up." "Did Jack and you take off some of 
the wood, and one of you push behind?" "No, ma'am, we 
never thought of that, but we tried to make him pull it, an' 
when we whipped him he just pranced and threw himself 
down till we had to take him out for fear he'd hurt himself." 

I was very angry. Nothing more injudicious could have 
been done to the dear little beast who up to this time had 
thought human beings all powerful and all wise. "Take 
him back to the wagon, Jim, but give Jack time to run ahead 
and take off half the load ; and put the logs entirely out of 
sight. Jack, so that Dan may not know that any change has 
been made in the wagon." 

Jack ran ahead and Jim followed with Dan, I walking 
by him patting and shaming him by turns, and assuring 
him that he had lost his potato for that day. The wagon 
was halfway up the steep ascent in the avenue, the only 
little rise for miles in this flat country. It is hard to believe 
that those two men had put a genuine load of wood on that 
wagon, but they had, live oak, which is heavy and strong as 
iron. 

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park, and Dan whinnied after them and they answered. 
While Jim was putting Dan in I called MoUie and had her 
halter put on and kept her near Dandy. He stood quietly 
until Jim took up the reins and clucked to him, then Re 
reared and plunged and bucked, but I made Jack push be- 
hind, so that gradually the top of the hill was reached, and 
then I led Mollie ahead in the direction of the stable yard 
as though I had forgotten all about Dandy, but told Jim 
to use the whip freely if necessary, for that wagon had to be 
brought into the yard by him or he would be ruined. Jack 
must push behind with all his might so that the pony should 
not be strained, but come he must. 

Jim and Jack both pleaded to leave the wagon till after- 
noon and then put him in, but I said: "You went against 
my orders in putting the load on, but having started it you 
have got to carry it through." Dan proceeded to do all 
that a kitten would do under similar circumstances — he 
doubled himself up, he threw himself do\vn, he stood on his 
hind legs and pawed the air, but finally he leaped forward and 
took wagon, Jack, Jim, and all up the avenue and into the 
stable yard at a full run. Mollie and I just cleared the road 
in time, but nothing was broken, and Dan was in the sweetest 
humor and no harm was done, for I drove him in double 
harness the next day and he was quieter than usual ; but I 
have not allowed him put in single harness again, for I want 
him to forget this episode entirely first. 

To return to my trip to Gregory — I started at 12:30, 
Dan and Ruth in fine spirits and quite playful. When we 
reach(^d the ferry the man in charge begged me to take the 
horses out and let him roll the buckboard in and have the 
horses led in, but I was not willing for that. I have to cross 
the f(>rry whenever I drive to the railroad, and my horses 
must learn to go in quietly, for I often cross without a ser- 
vant. I had Jim walk ahead and stand in the flat at the point 



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where the horses should stop and then I drove in. The 
water showed between the flat and the shore, a moving streak 
of hght, which Dan examined carefully, and then snorted. 
As I touched him lightly with the whip he made a flying 
leap into the flat and stood perfectly still for a moment, 
nostrils distended, ears erect like a bronze horse. Before he 
had time to realize the situation and that we were moving, 
I slipped out and went to him with an apple and a few sweet 
potatoes, which he loves. As he smelled them in my hand 
he relaxed his tense aspect and in a few seconds he was 
eating as contentedly as though he had been accustomed to 
a flat daily. 

On our return trip he went quietly into the flat and turned 
his head at once to see if I was coming with a potato, and I 
do not think he will ever give any trouble at the ferry in 
future. It was wonderful to see how Ruth did all she could 
to assist in getting him in quietly. I think she remembered 
her own first trip, how frightened she was and how I calmed 
her in the same way with sweet potatoes. 

I got through all my business and got back to Cherokee 
at 5 : 30, which was, I think, doing well for Dandy's first long 
drive, thirty miles and the ferry, and he was just as gay in 
the last mile as he was in the first. 

December 19. 

Punch came to-day to ask me how much he still owed 
me. It was hard to tell, for two years ago I sold him a fine 
plough horse for $5.0. He had just moved on to my place ; 
wanted to rent land and plant corn and cotton. I heard 
he was a fine ploughman and his wife a good hoe hand, and I 
was quite cheerful when he said instead of hiring an animal 
if I would give him a chance to pay for it out of his crop he 
would like to buy this horse from me. I had more horses 
than I needed and readily consented to omit any cash pay- 
ment and wait until the end of the year. 



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At first the new broom swept very clean. Punch worked 
hard and his wife was very stirring and I was delighted; 
but as the spring ripened into summer and the days grew 
long and the suns hot, and I moved to the pineland, Punch 
and Judy began to rest in the shade of the big trees in the 
pasture, and the weeds grew apace in the crop, so that when 
the autumn came the results were pitifully small, and I did 
not exact the payment of the debt, but told Punch, as he was 
an expert at shingle making, he could cut shingles in my 
swamp, where there was plenty of cypress, and pay his 
debt in that way. This proposal seemed to delight him, and 
he promised to go to work at once. But 
at the end of two years he had only paid $27 
on his horse, and no rent at all for the 
land he had planted, and he ceased to 
feed his horse during the winter, so that 
,. it died. 

He was in great distress, and 
in view of his misfortune I for- 
gave him the debt and urged 
him to work his crop this year. 
He promised renewed effort 
and I hoped anew. About 
midsummer he came to me in 
terrible trouble. His Ijoy had 
been arrested and put in jail. 
He was a boy of about 18 years ; 
his son, but not his wife's ; but 
heart when she heard that the 
child was neglected and starving, took him when 2 years old 
and car(Hl for him as her own, and had })rought him up more 
carefully than most. The boy had hired a bicycle in Con- 
way, fifteen miles distant, for three days, and had come to 
visit his father and remained three months. The owners 




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of the wheel had great difficulty in tracing him, but naturally 
when found they put him in jail. 

Punch and Judy, anguish stricken and weeping, came to 
me for help. I told them the only possible way to help the 
boy was to let him take the punishment the law decreed. 
It might save him from being a confirmed thief. All in 
vain I talked ; they pleaded with me, weeping, to lend them 
the $15 they needed to get him out. They had neither of 
them slept in their bed since the news first came ; they 
could not go to bed knowing he was in jail. When I asked 
where they slept they answered on the floor, without mattress 
or bedding of any sort, and they looked it. Judy said : 
"Miss, yo' tink I kin git een my comfutuble high bed en 
kno' dat chile, my own boy I raise, is punish een jail. No, 
ma'am, I tell Punch neber will I git een dat bed agin till 
my boy is save." 

Unfortunately I had the money in the house, and I gave 
it. They had sold one of their cows and got the other $15, 
and Punch went and paid the $30 and the suit was dropped. 
No sooner was the boy free than he was arrested again for 
robbing the post-office, and then their disappointment and 
distress was so keen that they became silent. Judy only 
said to me : "Miss, I wash me han' of de boy, now ; me heart 
is broke." 

It was pathetic in the extreme. I tried to encourage 
Punch to do some work and pay me in that way, as he had 
promised, but in vain. I needed shingles more than ever, 
but with all my efforts he still owes $10 on this last debt. 
Now he came to tell me that he was going away. He put 
it with great delicacy and began by saying, "Miss, I dun'no 
how 'tis, I kyant please yo' ; I try en I try, en somehow I 
kayn't cum it. Yo' kno', my missis, a man kayn't do mo' 
dan 'e kin. Man p'int, but God disapp'int." 

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propose, et Dieu dispose." "Oh, Punch," I said, "I think 
you have got the wrong end of that. I think in this case it 
is God who points and man who disappoints ; but certainly 
you can go, only you must do something to pay me that $10 
before you leave, for I am in need of the money, and I have 
waited on you as long as I possibly can. I am perfectly 
willing to take the shingles, and it would 
not take you long to pay up the debt." It 
was in vain, unless I had the Sheriff take 
his cow, which I could not bear to do. He 
said he would pay it by degrees next year, 
and I was so glad to have him go, 
, that I gave up the effort to get 
anything from him. 
The two acres of cotton he rented 
were very near the field I planted. 
He and Judy did not work theirs, 
so there was a fine field of grass 
and weeds, with a few stalks of very 
tall cotton. Notwithstanding the 
s.,A^ rarity of the stalks in their bed, 
day after day I met Judy com- 
ing out of her patch with an im- 
mense bundle of cotton on her head. Jim would grow furious 
when we met her, and now and then break out : "I work yo' 
cotton an' keep it so clean, f'r Punch pick." There is no 
doubt that he was right, but no one could ever catch Judy 
anywhere but in her own patch, where the same few bolls of 
cotton showed out every day. Jim begged me to send them 
off before another crop season, so I am glad to have them go, 

only I do wish I could have got my money. 

December 17. 

The Zs getting on finely. She is a wonderfully capable 
woman, and I think a very nice one. She seems so pleased 




I 



Day after day I met Judy 
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to be in the country again and is eager to take the milking 
— wants me to send off Gibby and let her milk. 

I told her that she could take the Guernsey cow up, 
that as soon as the calf got big Gibby said she was dry and 
he could not get any milk, but that I knew it was only be- 
cause he was a poor milker, and I would be delighted if she 
would feed her well and milk her ; I knew she could bring back 
the milk. She did not seem very pleased, but consented. 

She is evidently not a strong woman, and if a bad spell 
of weather should come she could not go out to milk, and I 
would just be left milkless. Better go slowly, I think, and 
not upset things. 

I told Chloe to give them a pint of milk every morning 
and every evening. The cows are not giving much, but then 
I am not feeding them as I usually do. 

The stringency in the money market affects everything. 
There is no sale for anything — cotton, cattle, horses — I 
have tried to sell anything and everything, but in vain. 

December 20. 

To-day I signed a contract with Mr. Z. which I got a 
lawyer to draw up. He has been very anxious about the 
signing before this, but I thought there was no great hurry. 

He and his wife have been very diligent, working early 
and late, setting out a new strawberry bed and getting land 
ready for other things. She has planted celery very success- 
fully and says this land is just suited for it, and wants to 
try a quarter of an acre in it. They are charmed with the 
ever flowing artesian well and are arranging little ditches to 
irrigate in dry weather. Altogether I feel so peaceful and 
content that it is hard to write regularly. 

Christmas Night. 
Had a peaceful, happy day, many loving tokens of the 
blessed season of good-will. It is always a pleasure to make 



140 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

the darkies happy with small presents and I included the Zs 
in my offerings of good- will. 

Besides many little things to eat I presented them with a 
pair of Plymouth rocks, a beautiful pullet and cock, as they 
are anxious to start a poultry yard. This afternoon she came 
in with an offering for me, a necklace of fish scale flowers 
made by herself, which she had told me the other day she 
sold for 50 cents. 

I was quite touched by it and by her happiness over the 
fowls. Altogether I feel very thankful that I have found 
such satisfactory people. He talked to me a great deal 
to-day and said he would give $1000 if he could get rid of his 
evil temper. I told him a thousand prayers would perhaps 
accomplish his desire better than the same number of dollars. 
He went on : — 

"I've been a powerful wicked man, I've shot two men 
an' been shot twice myself and I've stabbed one man nine 
times and been all cut to pieces myself, but for two years 
now, since I met this wife, I've quit drinkin' an' I'm tryin' to 
live a good life." 

I told him I felt quite sure if he earnestly tried he would 

succeed and that I would do all I could to help him. I felt 

a little disturbed for a moment, but a full confession of one's 

sin is often the beginning of a new life, and the idea of helping 

a man to a higher, better life adds a new interest to the 

experiment. 

January 1. 

Sat up last night to see the old year out, the year which 
has brought us sorrow and distress, yet there is great sadness 
in seeing it go. In the last moments of the dying year I sank 
on my knees and prayed that this whole land might be blessed 
and guided through the coming year. 

The day is brilliantly beautiful and we went to our simple 
little service in Peaceville. Dear, frail Mrs. F. had made a 



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great effort to get to church "to return thanks for her many 

blessings." Eighty-five years have passed over her, the 

first half surrounded by all the comforts and conveniences 

that money can give. She now has the bare necessities of 

life, no cook and none of the conveniences of modern houses 

that make cooking easy. She is always cheerful, always 

dainty and beautiful to the eye, and one never hears of what 

she lacks or needs, nor of the possessions of the past. 

To-night Chloe came to tell me Elihu is very sick with 

pain in his side. I sent her out at once with some tea and 

milk, a mustard plaster I made, and told her to see it put on. 

She is always so good and willing. Though it was 9 o'clock 

and quite a walk to Elihu's house, she went cheerfully. 

They never have anything prepared for sickness. There is 

a great deal of pneumonia about and I want to take Elihu's 

case in time. With all his faults he is one of the best men 

on the place. 

January 4. 

I am puzzled beyond measure to Imow what to do for 
another year. It is impossible to go on planting rice if it is 
to sell at 40 cents per bushel. It is an expensive crop, and if 
one borrows money, as I did last year, at a high rate of in- 
terest, and puts a mortgage on the plantation, it very soon 
means ruin. I have no idea how I am to pay off that mort- 
gage of $1000 this year, but hope the bank will be willing to 
renew. 

Instead of being anxious to have the usual first of January 
powwow over, as I generally am, I shall do all I can to put 
it off, for how can one do one's share in a powwow when one 
does not know what to say? I have absolutely nothing to 
propose. As far as my seed rice will go I will rent rice land 
to the negroes, and if I had money of my own I would go on 
and plant, for it seems to me the complete giving up of the 
staple industry in a country is really a revolution. Our 



142 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

labor understands no other cultivation ; the whole population 
lives on rice, white and black, especially black. It is a 
wonderfully nutritious and sustaining food, and if suddenly 
its cultivation ceases there will be much suffering. Our 
cattle live on the straw, it being the strongest and most 
palatable of the straws. My horses will not touch fresh oat 
straw while there is a ^visp of old rice straw to be had ; the 
cows and pigs are fed on the flour, a gray substance that 
comes from the grain as the chaff is removed in the pounding 
mill. Mr. Studebake, a great Hereford cattle man, told me 
that rice flour and pea-vine hay make a perfect ration for 
cows, one supplying exactly what the other lacks. If rice is 
given up the cattle and pigs will have to go too. 

January 10. 

To-day I went down to Casa Bianca to receive Marcus's 
resignation of his place as foreman. He is going to move 
"to town," to enjoy the money he has made in my service 
and planting rice. He has bought land there and built four 
houses, which he rents out. He is a preacher, or, as he says, 
*'an ordain minister." I have wondered he stayed these 
last few years, but he has made so good an income that his 
wife was willing to forego the joys of the town; he ov^tis a 
horse and buggy, three very j&ne cows and calves, and three 
splendid oxen. 

I feel very sad at parting with him ; he has been here so 
long, and as foreman he has been most satisfactory in every 
way. When he turned over the keys of the barn to me I 
almost broke down, for I hate change anywaj^ and I really 
do not know to whom I can give the keys. 

King came to beg me to give him a house. He is absolutely 
worthless and unreliable, but he spoke of his large family 
and how necessary it was for him to get where he could 
pursue his business of shadding, and Casa Bianca was the 



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very best pitch of tide for the shad fishing. He gave me an 
idea, and I told him he could have the house if he would give 
me two shad a week during the shad season, two and a half 
months. This he most willingly agreed to do. I never have 
been able to get any tribute at all from the shad nets, which 
are set in front of my doors all winter. Five or six men shad 
there regularly, but they elude all demands, and I rarely eat 
a shad, as they are too great a luxury for me to buy unless I 
have company ; they are like the wild ducks which swarm in 
the rice fields at night in the winter, "so near and yet so 
far." 

After much thought and uncertainty I decided to give the 
keys to Nat ; he is willing and knows all the sheep and cattle 
well, and on the whole is the best one on the place. It is a 
mere form, for there is nothing left in the barn, but Nat is 
very proud and happy and the other men very sulky. 

January 12. 

Caesar came up from Casa Bianca with Jonas and King to 
say they could not stand Nat as head man and to indicate 
that he, Csesar, was the man for the place. I said to them : 
"Do you know why I chose Nat? I looked over my book 
and found he was the only man who for years has paid his 
debts to me. Every one else on the place has borrowed 
money when in distress, or got a cow from me on time and 
left the debt hanging, in spite of my reminding them from 
time to time that I needed the money ; but every time Nat 
has borrowed money from me or bought an ox he has paid 
up promptly as soon as his crop came in. Now, this shows 
fidelity and honesty, and, therefore, I have given the keys to 
Nat, and if you do not like it you can all leave." 

They were dumb at this. Then I asked each one how much 
he owed me, bringing out my book to verify. Not one owes 
less than $8, which they have owed over a year. "Now," 



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I said, "don't you think I had good reason for choosing Nat 
to carry the keys?" They looked sheepish and departed. 



Cherokee, January 13. 
Last night at 2 o'clock Chloe woke me to say Mrs. Z. was 
very ill and Mr. Z. wanted a horse to go for the doctor. She 
had sent Dab to wake Gibby to go for old Florinda, the plan- 
tation nurse, spoken of as the ''Mid" or the "Granny," who 
lives some distance off across a creek. I told her Mr. Z. 
could take Nana to go for the doctor. 

I dressed rapidly and came do\vn. Mrs. Z.'s face was 
crimson and she seemed unconscious. He was bending over 
her crying like a child and wailing out all the time, 
"0 God, help her ! I know I'm wicked, but spare 
her!" It was distressing. 

Chloe was bathing her feet in hot water and doing 
all she could. I rubbed her for two hours and ap- 
plied mustard vmtil the nurse came, and 
about daylight she seemed relieved. I 
had not seen how the nurse could be 
got, but Dab's account was exciting. 
_ _ He ^vith difficulty woke Gibby, 
- • who when he heard there was sick- 
.,,,s»,:tr. ness at the "big house" got up 
quickly and they went together 
to the edge of the creek, where 
they shouted and knocked on a 
big cypress tree with sticks until the old woman came out of 
the house down to the edge of the creek, on the other side. 
When she understood it was sickness at the "big house" she 
jumped into her paddling boat which was tied there and with- 
out going back into the house paddled herself across, and 
when she landed. Dab said "she tie up her coat to her knee an' 
start to walk so fast that Gibby en me had to run to keep up." 




' Old Florinda, the plan- 
tation nurse." 



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This is an old time plantation sick nurse, who, though now- 
very old, flies to reheve the sick with enthusiasm. She 
brought herbs with her and soon relieved the patient. This 
morning I lent the horse and buggy to Mr. Z. to go down to 

Gregory and consult the doctor. 

January 14. 

Last night Mr. Z. came to ask me to lend him a lantern 
every evening. I said I would with pleasure. He said he 
wanted to pull corn stalks at night, that Maud, his wife, could 
do it two hours every night and not waste daylight on it. 

I said I thought if he worked all day it would be as much 
as he could do, but he could always get the lantern. He 
went on in a conversational way to say : — 

"I've got a fine burn on them piles o' trash." 

"I hope it is well out, Mr. Z. There is such a gale it is no 
time for burning trash. I hope you saw the fire entirely out." 

" No, Ma'am," he said, " I've got it started good, an' it's 
bumin' fine." 

I said not another word, but flew through the house to the 
pantry, seized the lantern and called to Dab to follow me. 
We ran at full speed to the barn-yard, where not 200 feet 
from the threshing mill (which cost $5000) and four large 
barns three bonfires were raging, the flames and sparks whirl- 
ing and licking out in every direction up to high heaven, it 
seemed to me. 

There was nothing to be done but watch until the piles 
burned down. Then I had Dab cover the lightwood posts 
and beams which Mr. Z. had put on to insure a good burn, 
with earth. 

If I could have got at other hands I would have called them, 
but it is half a mile to the "street," and there was nothing to 
do but help Dab myself as much as I could. I had sent 
him for hoe and spade and shovel, and he worked splendidly. 

Mr. Z. had followed me down, also his wife, though I 



146 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

begged her not to come out, having been so ill yesterday. 
He would not help in any way to put out the fire and kept 
saying the wind was blowing in the other direction. 

"Yes," I said, "but the wind does not take long to shift, 
and if it did change there would not be a building left on the 
place. Dwelling-house and all would go." 

I noticed that he got very white as he stood and watched 
me, but I was too actively employed to watch him, but I 
thought the tears were running down his cheeks as he stood 
in the fierce red light, Mrs. Z. hovered around a while 
talking to him in a low tone and then she left. 

When Dab and I got through I had the shovel in my hand 
and wanted to take the lantern. I handed the shovel to Mr. 
Z., saying, "Will you take the shovel, Mr. Z. ?" 

Fortunately, I had the full light of the lantern on his face, 
and I was shocked ; he did not move. I fixed my eyes full 
upon him and repeated, "You did not hear me, Mr. Z. ; will 
you take the shovel ?" 

Slowly he put out his hand and took it. I still fixed him 
with my eye, until he turned and walked toward the house, 
and I followed him. Dab had gone on before. It was 11 
o'clock when I got back. 

January 16. 

Chloe is in a terrible state of mind, Mr. Z. has frightened 
her so. Last night he said to her : — 

"That missis of yours had a very narrow squeak for her 
life last night. Twice I had my hand raised to kill her and 
Miss Z. pulled me back, en at last when she handed me that 
shovel an' told me to take it I cum as near killin' her right 
there en buryin' her up with dirt with that same shovel, jest 
as she had buried up my fires, as I ever cum to anything in 
my life — en more than that, if she goes to givin' me orders 
I'll do it yet, en le' me tell you you'd better not tell her this 
or I'll taclde you. I don't 'low people to fool with me." 



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Chloe is enough of an actress to convince him that her 
silence was assured. I thanked her for her confidence and 
told her she need not be anxious. The fact of the light ena- 
bling me to look him in the eye had saved me, and the danger 
was past. 

January 17. 

Was busy by the smoke-house this morning when Mr. Z. 
passed by. He has not spoken to me since the night he set 
the fires in the gale of wind and I had them put out. He has 
written me several notes demanding things, to which I have 
sent verbal answers, and I felt it was time to put a stop to 
that sort of thing, so as he passed I said in a clear, loud 
voice : — • 

"Good morning, Mr. Z." 

I was bending over a table at the time, brushing off the hams 
preparatory to smoking them. He took no notice but passed 
on as though deaf. I straightened up and said again in a 
clear voice : — • 

"Mr. Z., you did not perhaps hear me; I said 'Good 
morning.'" 

He stopped and slowly raised his hat, said good morning 
and passed on, and I knew I had scored another victory. 

About half an hour afterward he came back and said he 
would like to see me in the field where he was ploughing. I 
told him I would be at leisure in a minute and would join 
him in the field. 

I went in to get my coat and told Chloe where I was going. 
She implored me not to go, but I soothed her fears, trying to 
laugh her out of them. When I got out into the field Mr, Z. 
asked me some trivial questions about where to plant things, 
and then he said : — 

"You went too far with me the other night, Mrs. Penning- 
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148 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"Yes," he said. "You told me I had no sense." 

"I certamly didn't tell a story, Mr. Z., if I said so. I 
thought as I stood there and saw that fire swirling around in 
that gale that I had never seen any one over three years old 
do a more foolish thing." 

We faced each other squarely for a moment. ''I saw mur- 
der in your eye, but I'm not afraid of wild beasts." 

Gradually his face relaxed and I saw the demon had fled 
for the time, but it was exciting. 

After this he talked naturally and pleasantly about what 
he was going to plant. As I left I said : — 

"Remember, you can plant the crops where and how you 
please, I don't want to be consulted about that, you under- 
stand it; but never set a fire burning without asking me." 

January 23. 

Yesterday being Sunday, I invited Mr. and Mrs. Z. to 
come in and have service with me, which they did. They 
went home and made a careful toilet and returned with 
Sunday clothes, and hats, and kid gloves closely buttoned. I 
found it a little embarrassing to read the church service, but 
went through manfully, and a short, simple, clever sermon. 

Life has become very interesting with this new problem. 
I told Mr. Z. the other night that I thought he had better go 
to my neighbor's who has a nice house in the pineland, and 
that I thought it would be healthier for his wife, and that of 
course we could break the contract by mutual consent, but 
he answered promptly that he did not wish to go anywhere 
else, that the thirty acres he had taken was the finest land 
he ever saw anywhere and he was going to make a pile of 
money for me and a pile for himself ; he had been all over my 
neighbor's land and it did not please him as well. 

I wrote to my two lawyer nephews a full account of what 
had happened, and they both wrote, "For heaven's sake, 



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break the contract !" But I must bide my time to do that. 
The arrangement was that no money was to be paid at pres- 
ent; all that I owe him for carpenter's work on his house 
was to be taken from my share of the crop. If I were to 
break the contract I would have to pay him all that at once, 
and I have not the money. My cotton has not sold and there 
is nothing else to look to. 

Ran out to meet mail man this morning to get a letter off 
and found that his horse was quite sick — could scarcely walk. 
Sent Dab in for the aconite and spoon and gave the horse a 
full dose, and in a few moments he was able to get on again. 

Have had twenty cords of live oak cut and hauled to the 
river, but cannot sell it in Gregory, as I hoped. 

January 28. 
Yesterday had Green take Dandy, my beautiful pony, 
to Mr. F. in Gregory to be sold. If I can sell him now, I 
can pay my taxes. He is so beautifully formed and so easily 
kept and so gay and so fond of me that it is a great trial to 
send him off ; he would make a splendid polo pony, but if 
I can make him pay the tax I must do it, for I still have three 
grown horses and two colts. 

February 2. 

Up till 1 o'clock last night with Mrs. Z. She was uncon- 
scious for two hours and pulseless for fifteen minutes. 

It is dreadful, I said to myself last night as I was trying 
to pour brandy down her throat and restore her to life. " You 
poor young thing, if ever you get up again I will try to get 
you back to your own people." She has four married sisters 
in her home, wherever that may be ; for some reason they do 
not give clear information as to where they came from. 

February 13. 
Mrs. Z. told me that she wanted to go home and Mr. Z. is 



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willing for her to go, but will not go himself, and she is not 
willing to leave him. She knew he would go right back to 
drinking and killing people, both of which amiable weak- 
nesses he had given up since they met. 

I told her I was not willing to have him stay without her, 
but not to tell him that, as it would enrage him ; just to 

_ stick to it that she would not 

leave him. She gets paler and 
thinner every day, and I know 
he cannot hold out. I said yes- 
terday if I only had the money to 
pay him up in full I would pro- 
pose to do so and break the con- 
tract, and Chloe said at once : — • 
"Miss Patience, le' me len' yer 
de money. Ef yu jes send me 
down to town I kin git um from 
de bank fer you. Do please, 
ma'am, le' dem go." 

So I spoke to Mr. Z., saying, 
though it was most inconvenient, 
if he wished to go with his wife, 
which was most necessary in her 
state of health, I would consent to break the contract and 
pay him the $60 I owed him for work. Most reluctantly he 
consented. 

I sent Chloe to Gregory in the pony carriage, and she 
brought back the money. I wrote a note for it at 6 per cent, 
and made her pin it in her bank-book in case of my death. 




" Miss Patience, le' me 
len' yer de money." 



February 16. 

Paid Mr. Z. up in full for services and gave him a note for 
his little furniture, and bade them good-by, sending them to 
Gregory in the wagon with Nana. I felt quite sorry to part 
with Mrs. Z. She is a nice woman, and, poor thing, married 



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to a madman, to whom she is devoted. Thank heaven he is 
going and that we part friends. My experiment of white 
help is at an end ! 

He took me over all the work — beautiful strawberry bed, 
with potatoes planted, 900 onions set out, celery bed started, 
all beautifully prepared. It is sad to think it will soon all be 
grown up in weeds. I must take up my burden again. 

February 24. 
In field all day ; having oats ploughed in ; bitterly cold 
north wind blowing. 

February 25. 

In oat field again all day. Gibby ploughing with oxen 
and Green with Nana. 

February 27. 

A charming meeting here of the woman's auxiliary. I 
went out to the oats field intending to get back before 12, 
the hour of meeting, but Gibby went to burn up some patches 
of cockspurs and let the fire get away into the pasture, which 
was terrible. I had to stay and fight it. 

I made Green take his plough and make a deep furrow 
ahead of the fire round in a large curve and had the women 
beat it out on the sides. 

While I was busy with hands and face blackened Dab 
came running to tell me the "company had come" so that 
I had to rush home and make a very hurried toilet to open 
the meeting. We are to sew for an Easter box to be sent to 
the mountains of North Carolina. 

February 26. 

At church to-day Miss E. came up and said: "Miss 
Patience, going to take any one home with you to-day?" 

I said "no." 

"Well, then, I am going to ask you to take me to spend 
the night. I haven't seen you for so long." 



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"With the very greatest pleasure," I answered truth- 
fully. 

Miss E. is one of the best women that ever lived and the 
very best housekeeper to boot. She knows exactly how much 
to provide for a family of four without waste and yet abun- 
dantly, and she can arrange for a table of seventy-five with 
the same precision; abundance of excellent food and no 
waste. With such qualities it seems strange that she should 
have now only the position of what Chloe calls "sextant" to 
our little village church, and her modest remuneration of 
two dollars a month is all that she has in the world. 

She was a woman of wealth, but, like so many others, her 
means all disappeared with the end of the war, and she has 
supported herself by sewing and taking places as housekeeper 
for a number of years. Now she begins to show the ravages 
of time and does not feel she can do all that a housekeeper 
should, and for the last six years has lived in Peaceville, where 
she had nieces who are devotedly kind to her, but she will 
not live with them. She lives alone in a house which be- 
longed to her mother and where her summers were spent in 
her youth. It has passed into other hands, but she is al- 
lowed to stay there in the winter as the house is only rented 
in summer. 

It is very near the church, and she is very happy and a 
marvel of cheerfulness and faith — no repining, no complain- 
ing. She sometimes takes in a little sewing still, but for 
absurdly small prices. 

Miss E. is a walking chronicle of the ancestry of every one 
in the county, I might almost say in the low country, as the 
coast is called in this State, and can tell you who is who em- 
phatically. I enjoyed having my memory refreshed on 
many genealogical facts, as I am very weak in that quarter. 
I am really devoted to this dear old lady and feel it a privi- 
lege to have hor with me. 



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February 27. 

Drove Miss E. home and then began preparing for the 

paying guests, who arrived at 2. 

March 2. 

Finished planting oats at last. I have spent every day 
in the field for nearly two weeks — the last few days a joy — 
just drinking in the delicious soft air and watching the buds 
which promise so much. 

There is a mystery of hope over everything, the rest of 

the ideal, and as I sat on a cedar trunk to-day and looked 

out into the drowsy blue of the atmosphere I felt a sense of 

gratitude to the Great Maker and Giver of all this beauty — 

thankful for my blessings; the great blessing of space and 

freedom and closeness to nature — yes, and thankful for my 

limitations, my sorrows, my privations. Thankful that He 

has thought me worthy to suffer and has taught me to be 

strong. He is beauty and power and love illimitable and 

infinite. 

March 13. 

Jim summoned to Gregory by the extreme illness of his 
wife, and I have to turn over the stable and cows to poor 
Elihu, who can't help taking the feed and the milk and is the 
poorest driver in the world; always touches up the horse 
that is pulling all the load ; yet I am thankful to have him to 
fall back on. The storm last fall threw down all the pine 
trees on my 350 acres of woodland and the e are several 
thousand cords of pine wood lying on the ground which I am 
trying to get cut and shipped. It has been the habit of many 
to sell the wood to negroes at the stump, as they call it, for 
25 cents a cord. This I am not willing to do, and conse- 
quently find it very difficult to get the wood cut. I pay 40 
cents a cord for cutting, 30 cents a cord for hauling, and about 
30 cents for flatting, and the wood brings $1.50 a cord if it 
is pine, and $2 if it is lightwood. 



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The hands are needing work. I have ten men on Cherokee, 
and if they would work I would have money for all my needs 
and their families would live in abundant comfort. There 
is no felling of trees necessary. They are all lying prostrate ; 
it is only to cut them up, and the hauling is only one-quarter 
to one-half mile to the landing ; yet day after day the [hands 
are loafing about the roads, with guns on their shoulders and 
hide when they see me coming. If I come up on one un- 
expectedly he is very polite and has some tale of fever all 
night or a sprained finger or a headache to explain his not 
working at the wood. 

March 16. 

Rode out into the woods on horseback with surveyor to 
get the lines of my land marked distinctly, as all the large 
timber is being stolen from it by negroes who own lands 
adjoining. It is terrible to see the trees all lying on the 
ground lapped and interlaced so that it is hard to get through 
on horseback. 

March 18. 

Went out to see the wood which has been measured and is 

ready to send off. 

March 21. 

Gog and Gabe have the 79 flat loaded and have sent 
Elihu with them in charge of flat ; they must leave on this 
afternoon's ebb-tide. I first told Cubby to go with the flat, 
and he made objections and I got very angry and told him 
instead to take Sarah up the creek to the landing to be loaded 
to-morrow. 

March 22. 

This morning a huge lighter arrived, sent by Mr. L. for 
mo to load with wood, but it could not get under the bridge 
until low water. Had Scipio paddle me up the creek to 
the landing to see the flat being loaded. Cubby and Sam 
were loading and they will get off on this evening's tide. 



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The creek is very wild looking ; great trees on each side cast 

a dense shadow everywhere. Hearing a curious noise of 

floundering I saw a large alligator crawling through the mud 

on the edge. He had gone quite a distance from the water 

in his effort to get the sun, and I had a fine view of him before 

he plunged in again. They make for the water as soon as 

they hear a boat approaching. I saw him again as I came 

back, only for one second, but I saw a number of terrapin 

sunning themselves on logs. They stretch their long necks 

and peer with their beady black eyes until the boat gets 

quite close to them and then drop into the water like a stone 

with a great splash. 

About a month ago I got a note from Mr. L. asking me to 

allow four negro men to cut 100 cords of wood on my land 

and he would be responsible for the money, $25. I sent word 

that I would undertake to have the wood cut for him myself 

with pleasure, but would not sell it for 25 cents per cord at 

the stump. I heard afterward that a neighbor had sold them 

the right to cut on their land, and when I went to the landing 

to-day I saw about fifty cords of the wood they had cut piled 

there, and it was the most splendid fat lightwood I ever saw, 

from trees that had been growing on that land sixty or seventy 

years. And the owner gets 25 cents a cord, while the wood 

brings $2 anywhere. 

March 23. 

Late this afternoon I went up the creek to see the flat 
that Cubby is loading with wood. The creek seemed darker 
and more mysterious than ever, as the clouds were lowering 
and there were mutterings of thunder. The air was per- 
fectly delightful, fresh from the sea. 

I enjoyed the expedition immensely until the storm burst, 
and then Gabriel was unable to manage the boat at all, the 
wind was so high. I had to get him to retreat to a cove and 
put me out, and I walked home in a pouring rain, thunder, 



156 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

lightning fierce, and wind so high that it was impossible to 
hold an umbrella. I am very thankful the loaded flat is up 
the creek and not out on the river. To-day my new venture 
arrived — an incubator. I do not see why we could not 
operate poultry farms with success here, and will give it a 

trial at any rate. 

April 3. 

Letter from Mr. L. says the wood sent in three flats only 
measures up thirty-three cords, when I paid the hands for 
cutting and hauling forty cords. Fortunately I reserved 
some money from each one until the wood should be de- 
livered ; but another time I will not take any one's measure- 
ment but Mr. L.'s, for after it is measured each man carries 
home five or six logs every evening in his ox cart, and natu- 
rally the wood falls short when delivered. I had to do an 
immense deal of rule of three calculating to find out just how 
to divide the shortage among them, but succeeded to every 
one's satisfaction. Live and learn — I will not get caught so 
again. I spent the morning working in the negro burying 
ground. Storms have thrown down trees in every direction, 
and though all the descendants of the 600 who belonged to 
my father ^vish to be buried here, not one is willing to do a 
stroke of work beyond digging the grave he is interested in. 

I have told the heads of families that if they will each give 
25 cents, which will make enough to pay for a good wire, I 
will furnish posts and have the fence put up. They seem 
much pleased at the idea, but I fear it will end there. 

I am glad the two marble monuments put up by my father 
in memory of faithful servants before I was born have thus 
far escaped injury and still tell their message of love and fidel- 
ity in master and servant. The wording is odd, but I think 
it is a beautiful voice from the past, that past which has 
been painted in such black colors. Here is the first inscrip- 
tion : — 



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In Memory of 

Joe of Warhees, 

Who with fidelity served 

My Grandfather 

Wm Allston Sen'r 

My Father 

Benj Allston and Me 

Grateful 

Whose Confidence and 

Respect He had 

1840 

This was certainly not the gratitude which La Roche- 
foucauld dubbed "a keen sense of favors to come." The 
other reads : — ■ 

In Memory 

of 

My Servant Thomas, 

Carpenter. 

Honest and True 

He died as for 40 years 

He had lived 

My Faithful Friend 

1850 

It is remarkable that my father did not put his name, 
R. F. W. Allston, to show who had so honored and remem- 
bered his faithful slaves ; in another generation no one will 
know. He was Governor of South Carolina in 1857-1858. 

Good little Estelle died yesterday and is to be buried this 
afternoon, and it was looking to her funeral that I walked 
through the beautiful spot to-day, and finding so many 
fallen trees I called Frank to come with his axe and clear it 
out a little. I can ill afford to pay for the day's work, but 
cannot bear to have it look so wild and unkept. 

April 4. 

A perfect day. Last night was so cold that the water- 
melons, which were up and growing nicely in the little boxes 
ready to be set out, were nipped. 



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Chloe returned last evening from Estelle's funeral in a state 
of exaltation. The preacher had described her death, and 
it was glorious. He repeated the words she had said : "Yes, 
I'm goin', don't fret. I'm all paid up fur ebryting. I got 
um here, right by me, a bag o' pure gold on one side o' me — 
en Jesus Christ on de oder — en now I'm gwine to de weddin' 
supper." 

Then she asked him to read a certain chapter and at the end 
of each verse she said : ''Dat's it, tenk yu, sah," and when 
the reading was ended she went to sleep. 

Estelle had been our maid for five years and only left 
us to be married — a good match according to their ideas. 
She had a new baby every year and worked very hard. She 
grew blacker and thinner, until early this spring she took to 
bed. Though scarcely thirty I think, she leaves five living 
children and three lie in the graveyard beside her. 

I never could get her to do anything in the house after her 
marriage, though it would have been much easier for her to 
take the lighter housework and with the money hire some one 
to do the heavier field work. But that is not the proper 
thing among the darkies of to-day. 

A woman may work herself to death in her husband's field, 
wash, cook, scour, mend, patch, keep house, and receive 
gratefully any small sums her husband may give her, always 
answering "Sir" when he speaks to her, above all increase 
the population yearly — all this is her duty, but it is improper 
for her to take any service like housework. And so all 
Estelle's little accomplishments and skill were wasted, except 
the sewing which I had taught her and that showed in the 
neat, trim looking clothes of her little army of children. I 
think she has heard the "Well done, good and faithful ser- 
vant, . . . faithful over a few things." 

To-day two friends of mine were to drive fourteen miles 
to spend the morning with me. As Dab is strangely agi- 



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159 



tated and upset by any addition to my solitary meals, I 
helped him prepare the lunch table before they arrived. 

It looked very pretty and dainty, but I saw marks of fingers 
on my precious hundred and fifty-year-old urn-shaped silver 
sugar dish, so I told Dab to dip it in hot water and rub it 
dry with a cotton flannel cloth to remove the marks of his 
fingers. He was gone in the pantry longer than seemed to me 
necessary, so I followed him there. To my dismay the sugar 
dish which he held in his hand looked 
as though he had greased it thoroughly. 

"Oh, Dab !" I cried. "What have 
you done?" 

He looked at me, his face beaming 
with pride in his work, and an- 
swered : — r; 

"1 jus' shinin' um up wid de ../ 
knife-brick!" 

Words failed me as I took the 
precious thing in my hands, but ^ 
when I had recovered a little I said : 
"Dab, twenty dollars could not undo 
the work of those five minutes — no, 
not fifty dollars!" 

I dipped it into the pan of scalding water and wiped it 
dry, but alas ! no change. Actually the beautiful engraving 
of little garlands of roses looped around the top was almost 
effaced, so vigorously had Dab employed those few moments. 

Alas ! alas ! zeal without knowledge is a terrible thing. 
Poor Dab cannot possibly do just what he is told ; he has to 
plan some original course for himself. 

I went to meet my friend unduly agitated and upset 
by the circumstance, but was careful not to speak of it. I 
can bear things so much better if I do not mention them to 
any one until the pang is all gone. That is why this little 




"Jus' shinin' um up 
wid de knife-brick." 



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diary is so much to me. I can explode into it, and then shut 
my teeth and bear things. 

Unpacked the incubator to-day with Bonaparte's help 
and began to study its mysteries. We had a time getting 
things right, for he has never seen or dreamed of an incubator, 
and disapproves entirely of the effort to take away the oc- 
cupation of the hen and defeat nature, so that his manner 
was disapproving, not to say forbidding. My good Chloe, 
too, feels that for some unknown reason the Great Father 
has given me over to the temptation of the Evil One, and 
walks past the '"cubator," as she calls it, with head high and 
firm tread; her manner is what the "nigs" call "stiff" — 
that means distinctly rebellious and unconvinced. I had 
only seen an incubator myself for five minutes under the 
rapid flow of words from the young man exhibiting it, words 
of fervid praise and faith which left me somewhat vague and 
confused as to details, for it was just in a shop and not work- 
ing. 

I calculated when I bought it that I would have time to 

try my 'prentice hand with fowl eggs, which take only three 

weeks to hatch, and then fill it with turkey eggs, which take 

four weeks, and get them out before I have to leave home on 

May 8 ; but unfortunately the steamboat was detained by 

a storm and so the incubator was delayed a whole week, 

which threw out all my plans, and I will have to give up the 

turkey eggs. The little book, which is wonderfully explicit 

and satisfactory, says one should study out the management 

of the heat thoroughly before putting in the eggs, and that 

will make some delay. 

April 6. 

I have sat on a low stool in front of the incubator day and 
night since it was unpacked and installed in the drawing- 
room. I lighted the lamp at once, and then watched the 
thermometer, which necessitates a bright light and a very 



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low seat. I thought it was going to be very simple, and on 

the second day I thought I had it steady at 102^ degrees, and 

went off into the field to see after some ploughing. When I 

came back I rushed in to see if it was holding its own and 

found the mercury at 110 degrees — one little step more and 

it would have broken the thermometer. After that I just 

stayed there. The thermostat is a wonderfully delicate piece 

of mechanism and I have no one to consult. 

April 7. 

At last I have got the thermometer to remain steadily at 

102| for ten hours, so to-night at 6 o'clock I put in the 120 

eggs. 

April 10. 

Tested eggs to-day. Only six infertile. The thermostat 
is working beautifully and the mercury does not vary a half 
degree during the twenty-four hours. I am very careful to 
follow absolutely every direction and let no one touch it but 
myself, for I wish to give it a fair trial. All my friends in the 
county are confiding to each other their anxiety over my 
venture. "Such a pity dear Patience should have wasted 
her money on such a folly. A huge sum, $25, for those two 
machines. It is distressing." Many years ago, when in- 
cubators were first invented, a progressive neighbor invested 
in one, and the lamps exploded and a serious fire resulted, so 
that it is only natural that incubators are much looked down 
on in this community. No doubt there have been great 
improvements, and I must think mine the most perfect of all. 
Still, I feel great anxiety as to the results, for I will have not 
only the great disappointment and loss should it fail but also 
the "I told you so" of the whole country side. 

April 11. 

Began to mix the inoculating stuff for the alfalfa, boiling 
rain-water for the purpose. Elihu has ploughed with the 
heavy plough and Ball and Paul in the alfalfa field. Gibbie 



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comes behind in the same furrow with Jack and Sambo and a 
bull tongue plough. They have gone very deep and the land 
should be in good fix after it. Made Willing try the Gaboon 
seeder to see if it worked according to directions on card. 

April 12. 

Elihu and Gibbie harrowing alfalfa field. I had a large 
tub on the piazza and put in the second ingredient for the 
wonder bath. I bought a corn planter this spring, not be- 
cause I plant enough corn to really need it, but because the 
crooked planting of the women worries me so. To-day we 
were to plant the first acre of corn for this season. I had 
Willing use the planter drawn by Mollie. It worked very 
well, but he could not go straight and the rows look like 
snake tracks, much worse than the women's planting, and 
I had much better have saved my $10. Bonaparte is tri- 
umphant and I am in the slough of despond. 

April 13. 

Planted corn again. Had Elihu to run corn planter and 

had Willing to take his place harrowing in alfalfa field. The 

rows are a little straighter, but still hopelessly meandering. 

That $10 is simply thrown away. 

April 14. 

What a time I have had to-day. I started out to plant 
four acres of alfalfa and I feel just as though I had drawn the 
plough and the harrow as well as the three darkies. The land 
has been double ploughed, then harrowed with a home-made 
tooth harrow, and then Avith the acme several times. The 
land was heavily covered with stable manure before the 
ploughing. I have mixed the wonder bath most accurately 
and now the culmination of all, the planting, was to take 
place. I bought a Gaboon broadcast seeder, and have tried 
to make Willing (the boy I have in Jim's place, but oh, what 
a misfit !) understand the directions. I called upon old 



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Bonaparte this morning to measure the seed out into separate 
sacks, so that we would have no confusion in the field, but, 
oh, dear, what a dream that was! It seemed to Bonaparte 
such feminine folly that I should insist on stakes every ten 
feet at the head and end of the field so that Willing would 
have something to guide his wandering steps. We have had 
high words on the subject, he maintaining that it was a waste 
of labor and stakes to mark anything but the half acre. As 
Willing has not a straight eye and walks a good deal as though 
he were tipsy, even with the guiding stakes, I think it will 
be in the nature of a miracle if this field is covered with alfalfa. 
I have not been out here for two or three days, as I was plant- 
ing corn, but I had two men and two teams at work all the 
time and a woman to clear away roots, etc., and positively 
I do not see what they have done. The field is as rough as 
possible, it seems to me, though the negroes think me most 
unreasonable and Elihu says: "My Lor', Miss, wha' yo' 
want mo' ? Dis fiel' look too bu-ti-ful, 'e stan' same lik' a 
gya'ding!" 

The first difficulty is to get the stakes set straight, a tall 
and then a short, so that Willing will know that when he 
leaves a short stake he must reach a short one at the end of 
the field ; but I had a perfect battle to get Bonaparte to set 
the stakes in that way. The next trouble was to get rid of 
the alfalfa — I allowed ten quarts to the acre, and it will 
not go in. I have opened the small door of the conceited 
Gaboon creature just one-half inch as the card says, and made 
Willing walk every ten feet instead of every twenty, as it 
directs, and yet the peck of seed holds out and is left over. 

I understand some of men's temptations in the way of 
speech now as I never did before. 

Just here I am in trouble over the whereabouts of a huge 
caterpillar of varied and gorgeous colors which I saw a mo- 
ment ago very near me. I did not like to shorten its little 



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span of life, so I took it on a big leaf to quite a distance from 
where I was sitting and turned it on its back and made a little 
pen around it. Now it has disappeared and it may be any- 
where. I must move to another tree, though I have an ideal 
seat on the root of this one, a splendid live oak with spreading 
branches. 

Finding the ground still so rough I sent Elihu to "the 
street" to get a woman with a hoe to go over the ground and 
remove impediments. I said: "Get any one you can at 
once," thinking he would bring Snippy his wife, or Susan his 
daughter; but in a short time I saw a procession arriving. 

Aphrodite, with a basket on her 
head, a baby in one arm and a 
child of eighteen months dragging 
by the other hand, while one 
of three years toddled behind. 
The procession moved to a 
clump of trees in the middle 
of the field; there Aphrodite 
made a halt, took from her 
' basket a quilt, and spreading 
it on the ground deposited the 
party upon it. I do wish I had 
my kodak ; but I am so stupid 
about the films ; I cannot put 
them in myself, and I am so 
afraid of spending an unneces- 
sary cent, that for months my kodak is no use to me, and it 
would be such a delight if I could only once learn its intri- 
cacies. 

This group has saved my reason to-day, I think, for the 

little things are so funny, solemnly staring around, a bucket 

of rice and meat made into a strange mess in the midst. 

jl sent for a basket of roast sweet potatoes, and gave one to 




Aphrodite spread a quilt 
and deposited the party 
upon it. 



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each, but I disturbed the peace of the pastoral, for I insisted 
that the potato should be peeled for the baby, whereupon 
Isaiah set up a terrible yell and Aphrodite said : "Him lub 
de skin." I insisted, however, that the skin should be 
removed, for only a month ago Isaiah was at death's door with 
convulsions. The baby has on a little red frock and a little 
red cap with frills, tied tightly on her little coal black head, 
and the sun is broiling hot. Her name is Florella Elizabeth 
Angelina. 

But back to the precious alfalfa, which has cost me so 
much worry as well as money All that I can get put into 
the land is six quarts to the acre. Here I pause with pleasure 
as another procession approaches. Oh, for my kodak again. 
I heard a noise, and on looking up I see the Imp puffed up 
with pride rolling the wheelbarrow, which seems to have a 
large and varied load. Behind comes my little maid Gerty 
with a basket. With a great swing Imp rolls the wheel- 
barrow alongside of me ; and they proceed to unload. First 
a little green painted table, which has a history that perhaps 
some day I will have time to tell ; then Gerty takes from her 
basket table-cloth and table napkins of snowy damask and 
all the implements and accompaniments of a modern lunch. 
Imp takes out a demijohn of artesian water, the cut glass 
salt cellar, pepper cruet, and then these are put in position 
and in the midst a little dish of butter, churned since I left 
the house this morning ; and what a nice dinner ! A fresh 
trout with a roe, brought me an hour ago as a present from 
Casa Bianca by Nat, broiled to a turn — a delicious morsel, 
and after that an abundant dish of asparagus, and besides 
this a large dish of fried bacon and one of rice. 

"Oh, Gerty," I said. "Chloe knew I did not want all 
this to eat." 

"Yes, ma'am," she answered. "An' Chloe say to tell 
you say we got plenty home for dinner en she know yu'd 



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like to give some 'way." That made me happy, for Chloe to 
understand me so thoroughly, to send me a delicious dainty 
meal for myself, and then besides a substantial portion for me 
to give away. That is what an old time, before the war 
darky is, one whose devotion makes them enter into one's 
tastes and feelings so thoroughly. 

When I left the house this morning I certainly expected to 
be back to dinner, but finding how absolutely necessary my 
presence in the field was I just stayed there, and at three 
Chloe sent this nice meal. When the procession arrived I 
exclaimed, "How delightful ! Whose idea was the wheel- 
barrow ? " The Imp answered promptly : " De me, ma'am," 
at which I made him my compliments. It is such a pleasure 
to be able to commend the poor little Imp, for he has an 
immense ingenuity in mischief and earns much reproof. 

I am quite ashamed of the frame of mind in which I began 
this, but I will not tear it up. What is written is written. 
After this episode everything looks so different, and now at 
4 : 30 the four acres are planted and 22-year-old Mollie is 
drawing a bush over to cover the seed with such rapidity 
that she keeps Elihu at a run, and even to my eye the field 
looks fairly respectable, and the darkies think it unspeak- 
ably fine. I am making Willing travel over between the tracks 
where he went before, and so have disposed of the necessary 
quantity of seed to within a peck. Now I can look up and 
beyond the gray earth and glory in the beauty of God's 
world. Half of the field was planted in oats in the winter 
and it is now splendid, an expanse of intense vivid color. 
The field, about twenty acres, is a slight elevation surrounded 
on three sides by a swamp, in which the variety of young 
green is wonderful. The cypress with its feathery fringe of 
pale grass green, the water oak Avith its tender yellow green, 
the hickory with its true pure green, and the maple with its 
gamut of pink up and down the scale — pale salmon, rose 



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pink, then a brick-dusty pink, and here at last it rises into 
rich crimson. Here and there the poplar, with its flowerlike 
leaves, the black gum with its black tracery of downward 
turning branches, all edged with tender gray green. 

It is too beautiful for words, and behind all, accenting and 
bringing out the light airy beauty, is the dark blue green of 
the solemn pine forest. I wish I had brought my crayons and 
block ; I might have had a faint echo of one little corner to 
send to some poor shut-in who cannot get it first hand in its 
exquisite reality. And this, too, is but a prelude ; in a few 
days the ideal tenderness will be replaced by a more material 
and lasting beauty, but not so heart reaching. It certainly 
seems a pity that one should have to think of and strive after 
filthy lucre in the midst of all this beauty ; but I have reached 
a point where if I do not struggle and wrestle with the earth, 
therefrom to draw the said dross, I will have to give up all this 
life with Nature and find a small room in some city to eke 
out my days. 

It is not a cheap thing to live in this country. One must 
have horses, one must have servants — but once given a 
moderate income to cover these things and there is no spot 
on earth where one can have so much for so little. Wild 
ducks abound all winter, also partridges, snipe, and wood- 
cock ; rabbits and squirrels run over everything. Our 
streams are filled with bream, Virginia perch and trout. If 
any one wants better living than these afford, he can have 
wild turkey and venison for the shooting, as the woods 
abound in these, and he can have shad daily during two 
months if he goes to the expense of a small shad net and a 
man to use it. It is a splendid country for poultry. Tur- 
keys, ducks, and chickens are easily raised, and I believe 
it could be made to pay handsomely. 

My first question to Gerty when she appeared to-day was, 
"How high is the incubator?" She answered promptly 



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101, by which I know it is not above 103, and am thankful. 
I fear the eggs are all cooked, for when I got in from the corn- 
field Thursday the mercury stood 106|. I had left Gerty 
to watch and to open the door if it went above 102|. She 
reads and writes and knows the figures quite well, but does 
not seem to understand the thermometer. 

April 20. 

I had told Aphrodite that she must pull up all the grass 
roots, brambles, etc., in the alfalfa field ; as it was new ground 
the harrow had not got them all out. She came to me to- 
day and said : — 

"Miss, I kyan't wuk een dat fiel' no mo' ; de ting cum up 
too purty, en ef I tromple um I'll kill um." 

*'Do you mean the alfalfa has come up?" 

"Yes, ma'am, de whol' fiel' kiver wid um." 

I just flew to the field on my bicycle, and truly there was 
the whole field covered with tiny dark gray green leaves ! I 
was perfectly delighted, for I had not supposed it would come 
so quickly and had no idea the stand could be so thick after 
all my tribulations. 

Just before lunch S. came, bringing some friends with her 
— they wished to see how I turned the eggs in the incubator, 
and so I took the tray out to show them, and as I was putting 
it down on the table I heard a very soft chirp, which startled 
me so that I nearly dropped the whole thing. 

Somehow I had not realized that the time was so near for 
the climax, but to-night as I was going to bed I went for a 
last look, and there was one little chick, white and fluffy 
and very lively. I wonder if that is to be the only one. 

April 28. 

The whole incubator seems to have turned into chickens. 
I never saw anything like it but a swarm of bees. As soon 



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as I got up this morning I rushed down to the incubator, 
and there they were ! 

I called Chloe at once, and she stood in front of the glass 
door and gazed with wondering eyes, then she dropped a 
profound courtesy, and, raising her eyes and hands to heaven, 
she said, "T'ank de Laud," and this was repeated three times 
with intense fervor and reverence. Then she seized my hand 
and shook it violently. 

Only then did I understand how much self-control Chloe 
had used not to show me more plainly her utter doubt and 
scorn of the 'cubator. I knew she did not approve, but had 
no idea that she felt certain we would never see a chicken 
from it. Her delight is unbounded. 

The book of instructions says you must not open the door 
at all after the eggs begin to pip, but I had to open it very 
quickly and take out the egg-shells which were so much in the 
way of the chicks. It is too bad that they sent the brooder 
without any lamp, and so I cannot take the chicks out as I 
should do when they are twelve hours old. 

The incubator must be kept at from 105 degrees, and the 
newly hatched chicks only 101 degrees, or at most 102, and 
so I am afraid of roasting the chicks or chilling the eggs. 

April 29. 

I am in a great quandary about the chickens, and I have 
to go to Gregory to meet a cousin at the train, for I cannot 
trust Willing to drive across the ferry and go to the station 
alone ; he is too poor a driver, and so I must go myself. A 
great many eggs are pipped and the chicks will be sacrificed 
if I leave them so crowded and so hot. 

After thinking it over I made up my mind, took a basket, 
opened the door of the incubator, took out thirty eggs which 
had not hatched, and going to the river threw them in. I 
stood on the little wooden landing and watched, and to my 
horror the eggs swam ! 



170 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

They would not go with the tide but made a circle and 
returned to the shore, and I felt like a murderer, but I could 
not get them back, so I sadly returned to the house and re- 
duced the heat in the incubator to 102 and fed the chicks some 
bread crumbs. Then I got into the wagon and started for 
Gregory. 

It was dark when we got to the ferry and I did not reach 

the Winyah Inn until 10 o'clock. 

April 30. 

When Willing drove to the inn for me this morning I saw 
a large red object protruding from his pocket, and as we drove 
to the station I asked him what it was. He appeared very 
much confused and would not answer, so I told him to take 
the thing out, as it looked very badly. 

Finally with much difficulty I made him take it out before 
we reached the station, and it was a quart bottle of dispen- 
sary whiskey ! I was very angry and told him to hand it to 
me, which he at first refused to do, but in the end he did, and 
I put it in my valise. 

I told him I was greatly mortified and disappointed that 
this first time I had trusted him to drive me to town he should 
do such a thing. He protested and declared that it was for 
his grandfather. I was truly thankful I had seen it and dis- 
posed of it before M. arrived, for she had never been to this 
part of the world before and would have felt terrified to see 
the coachman so provided. 

When we got home Willing's mother came and repeated 
the tale about the whiskey having been got for her father, and 
I gave her the bottle. I know this little tale is pure fiction, 
for her father never drinks, is a model old man, and I happen 
to know a piece of inside history about Willing, which he 
confided to Gerty, and she passed it on to Chloe, who in 
turn confided it to me, when warning me that my faith in 
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He told Gerty, who is his brother's fiancee, that he was 
"coa'tin'/' but that when he went to see the object of his 
affection he couldn't say a word, but sat dumb before her, 
unless he drank a pint of dispensary on the way to her house. 




" Then he could talk a-plenty." ii;t»-n.H.»i.fS".;a. 



Then he was all right and could talk a-plenty. I called for 
him this evening and gave him a serious talk. 

I reminded him that when he was about five years old his 
father had gone to Gregory to pay his tax, having his pocket 
full of money from the sale of his crop. His poor mother 
walked the road all night with the baby in her arms hoping 
for his return. He was an excellent man, faithful to all his 
duties, a splendid worker, but he could not resist "fire 
water." 

When I heard in the morning that he had not returned, 
and the other men who went with him had, I had Elihu get 
the pony carriage and drive down the road until he found 
him and bring him home, as the men said he had dropped 
asleep on the road and they could not rouse him, so they came 



172 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

on and left him. It was a bitter night, one of the three or 
four freezes we have during the winter, and I knew it would 
go hard with him. 

Elihu found him eight miles away, got help and put him 
in the pony carriage, for Emanuel was a tall, heavy man, and 
drove rapidly home ; but life was extinct when he reached 
the poor wife. I had sent beef tea and stimulant to be given 
him, but though Elihu found him alive, he could not force 
anything down ; he seemed unable to swallow. 

Lisbeth nearly went crazy ; she had seven children to 
support by her own labors. As time passed she quieted down 
and having her house and firewood and two acres of land free 
of all rent and owning a fine pair of oxen and a cow, she got 
on very comfortably and brought up her children respectably. 

When her only daughter. Aphrodite, married and her two 
oldest sons went to ''to\vn" to work and were making a dol- 
lar a day, she felt as though her troubles were over. But the 
same Devil's chain gripped and held her eldest son Zebedee. 

He was a splendid boatman and was as much at home in 
the water as a duck. He owned a canoe and made an easy 
living, at the same time satisfying his love of sport by taking 
strangers out ducking. Many Northern people come to 
Gregory every winter for that sport. 

Last January and February we had several bitter spells of 
weather with a prolonged freeze and snow. During one of 
these, when ducks were especially plentiful, Zel) took a 
stranger out. Late that afternoon they met another sports- 
man, paddled by a darky, and the parties spok(^ and com- 
mented on the unusual cold ; and Zel) producc^d his bottle of 
dispensary, offering it to the other paddler, while his sports- 
man also produced a flask and urged it upon the second 
sportsman, who being near his home and its bright fire 
declined it and suggested to Sportsman No. 1 that he should 
land and not go on shooting, it was so cold. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 173 

No. 1, however, said he was all right, and pointing to his 
overcoat on the seat said he had not even put that on yet. 
They parted and Zeb and Sportsman No. 1 were never seen 
again alive. 

They did not return to Gregory that night, nor the next. 
Then search was made, and the sportsman was found drowned 
and Zeb was fourd frozen holding on to some puncheons on 
the edge of an old canal. Near by was the boat, not cap- 
sized, and the things in it except the overcoat. 

It was surmised by those who knew the circumstances 
that the sportsman, not being familiar with a dugout canoe, 
and not knowing that it is dangerous to stand up in one, rose 
to put on his overcoat, lost his balance and fell overboard, 
and Zeb plunged in to rescue him, a thing he could easily 
have accomplished under ordinary circumstances. But the 
spirits he had taken from time to time paralyzed his great 
strength and skill in the water, and he not only could not 
save the man but perished himself. He succeeded in reach- 
ing the puncheons on the edge of the canal, but was unable 
to pull himself out, and froze stiff there. 

Of course I did not go into all these details to Willing, but 
made him see that without that fatal bottle Zeb could have 
saved himself and the man, and I tried to make him see that 
with such a family history the only hope for him was to 
swear off absolutely. He seemed much impressed and 
thanked me for my "chastisement," as they call any solemn 
counsel and admonition, and promised to heed it. 

The chicks are very lively and eat bread crumbs and oat- 
meal very heartily. I have enclosed a space in the garden of 
fifty feet in circumference, with a netted wire fence six feet 
high, which I will keep locked, and I hope to defy hawks, 
foxes, and bipeds as well. Chloe is perfectly devoted to the 
chicks and feeds them with enthusiasm every two hours. 

I am having much trouble at Casa Bianca. The hands 

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A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 175 

continue to resent my having given the keys to Nat, and they 
will not take orders from him. They will not bind themselves 
either to rent any certain amount of land, but sulk steadily. 

I knew that the loss of my good foreman Marcus was 
irremediable, and when I met him in "town" the other day 
he told me he was perfectly wretched ; that he missed the 
country so. Of course it must be so at first. 

Instead of using his really excellent powers of control and 
organization, he is hauling wood for a living during the week 
and preaching on Sunday ; but his wife is perfectly happy in 
the high social life. It is the old, old tragedy of Eve and her 
misguided ambitions — the world, the flesh, and his satanic 
majesty. The apple pleased her eye ; she longed to taste it, 
and then the subtle whisper came: "And it will make thee 
wise." 

Marcus was making a handsome income ; had a position 
of trust and responsibility, where all his faculties were in use 
during the week; and on Sundays he, no doubt, preached 
good, simple, useful sermons to his congregation of laborers, 
for he came fresh from his struggle with the earth and its 
realities. But to his wife came that desire for social emi- 
nence ; to wear silk frock and shine, and she tugged and 
tugged until he consented to her going. 

He remained a year alone on the plantation and then came 
the inevitable. He followed, and now all the dignity of his 
life and character has gone, and he is struggling to make 
himself contented with what is supposed to be a higher 
station ; that is, he takes orders from no one. He will get 
accustomed to it after a time, but his powers will shrink away, 
unused, and without responsibility his character will crumble. 

When he began as my foreman,* about fifteen years ago, his 

* Marcus has since died. He was found one morning in his stable, where 
he had gone to harness his horse, leaning against the manger, stiff in death. 
Ho bore a high character, and his death was regretted by white and black. 



176 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

writing was illegible, his figures hopeless. Steadily, patiently, 
I have corrected his mistakes, looking over and deciphering 
his weekly accounts and copying them down in my book 
before him so that he could see how they should look. Now 
he writes a readable, nice letter and any one could examine 
his accounts, and he knows and realizes all this and knows 
that his standards have all grown and risen more even than 
his knowledge. 

Meantime I will have to give up altogether planting on 
wages, and it looks as though there will be very little land 
rented. If I had money of my own I would hire a good over- 
seer and plant 100 acres on wages and not rent any land to 
these recalcitrant hands, but it would be madness to put a 
mortgage on the place and borrow money at 8 per cent 
while rice is selling at 40 cents a bushel. 

So I will simply remain passive and let the hands who wish 
to rent have the land and seed, but explain that I cannot pay 
out any money for extra work. I feel sure that some day 
rice will rise in price, but every one seems to think differ- 
ently, and all the planters are either giving up entirely or 
diminishing their acreage very much and turning to upland 
crops. 

So far I have only forty acres of rice land rented, and I iee\ 
very blue about the future. Then, again, my sheep and cat- 
tle at Casa Bianca, which have l^een so remunerative to me 
all these years, are giving me trouble now. 

A friend and neighbor, who has been heretofore a confirmed 
ric(^ planter, and never planted an acre of corn, has become 
disgusted with rice and enclosed a large body of land which 
has been thrown out for years, and is going to plant corn and 
cotton. This land touches mine, and my animals have had 
th(> run of it. The fence which has been put up is neither 
"horse high, bull strong, nor pig tight," and my cattle do not 
regard it at all, though it is a very nice looking, comme il 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 177 

faut wire fence, and I will have to sell my cattle, I fear, and 
confine the sheep in a limited pasture. 

Ruth, my l^rag cow, who has given me fifteen fine calves, 
and Rubin, my picture bull, just light over that neat fence as 
though it did not exist, and the humble sheep go do^vn on 
their knees and creep under it, and I lie awake at night and 
wonder what I am to do between my love for my creatures 
and my love for my neighbor. 



CHAPTER V 



Easter Sunday, May 1. 

A BEAUTIFUL, bright Easter. All nature seems to re- 
joice with man in this great day of triumph over 
death. 
Our little chapel, Prince Frederick's Pee Dee, is beauti- 
fully wreathed with wild flowers and vines, the work of three 







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Prince Frederick's Pee Dee. 



young girls, sisters, who, having but three days' holiday from 
their school teaching, devoted one of them to this thank 
offering and labor of love. We are all touched and softened 
by this act of devotion, and the blessing of the day seems 
upon every one. 

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A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 179 

May 2. 

Had a terrible shock to-day. I took M. to see the alfalfa 
field, and there was not a leaf of anything in the five acres ! 
Those two nights of ice must have caught the alfalfa in its 
one tender stage, for all the books say that after it is six inches 
high it will stand any amount of cold. I am stunned, it 
is such an unexpected blow. 

Having been desperately busy, and knowing that my fence 
was perfectly secure, I have not been to look at the alfalfa 
since the seventeenth, when it was fine, and now all the money 
I have spent on it might as well have been thrown away, so 
far as any hope of return goes — I fenced in that field of 
thirty acres with American fence wire, forty inches high, and 
two strands of barbed wire on top, hoping gradually to get 
it all in alfalfa by planting five acres every year. I have five 
acres of fine oats in it now, but that brings in no money, 
only feeds my horses. 

I had to go for a long walk alone to steady myself, so as not 

to break down entirely. 

Cherokee, May 3. 

The hands from Casa Bianca came this morning to get 

seed rice. I was just starting to drive M. to the train, but as 

it is very important to get the rice planted as soon as possible 

I had to delay the departure until to-morrow, for it was too 

late when I had finished measuring out the rice to drive to 

Gregory in time for the 4 : 30 train. 

May 4. 

Drove M. to the R. R. yesterday. I was afraid to take 
Willing, knowing his weakness for the dispensary ; so drove 
her in the buckboard. On the way I took her into Wood- 
stock, my brother's place, that she might see its beauty, and 
then when we reached Gregory I took her to see the old church. 
Prince George Winyah, and its churchyard, where my parents 
rest. The church was built of brick imported from the old 



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country, and it is one of the oldest in the land. The church- 
yard is beautiful Avith its moss hung oaks and cedars, and 
one feels that it is truly God's acre. We lingered there so 
long that there was a risk of missing the train, which would 
have been most inconvenient to both guest and hostess. 
By driving rapidly, however, we reached the station in time. 
As it was too late for me to take the long drive home alone 
I went into Woodstock and spent the night with my brother. 

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Prince George Winyah. 

This morning after breakfast I drove to Casa Bianca, which 
is halfway between Woodstock and Cherokee. There I had 
a good many things to see after, and it was late afternoon 
before I got through and finally started for home. 

I had been so much engrossed with my work trying to 
establish a better state of feeling between the hands and Nat 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 181 

that I had not noticed that the clouds had gathered heavily 
and that everything indicated a storm. When I felt the 
gusts of wind which tore at the umbrella so fiercely that I 
had to put it down in spite of a drizzling rain, and saw the 
forked lightning which shot incessantly from the clouds, 
and thought of the eight miles of lonely road ahead of me, I 
realized that I would have to bring forward all my faith and 
philosophy for the next hour. From being by nature a 
great coward I had become very courageous, and I have 
often caught myself saying there were only two things in the 
world I was afraid of, a cow and a drunken man, and I could 
not help calling this to mind now and wondering how I would 
stand the present ordeal. Romola, who is generally very 
quiet, snorted and showed every sign of fear, but I did not 
give her time to give way to her feelings, but used the whip 
freely, a thing I very rarely do, to make her understand that 
she must travel. She responded nobly and we sped along. 

The clouds made it much darker than it should have been, 
for the sun had only just gone down. I have never seen 
such vivid lightning nor heard such claps of thunder, and at 
each Romola darted out of the road as though the thick 
bushes could protect her. Not a human being was to be seen 
the whole way, and when I got to the avenue gate, which was 
shut, I had, of course, to get out to open it, and I felt sure 
Romola would fly home and leave me ; but I did her an in- 
justice. She waited, with every sign of impatience, long 
enough for me with great speed to get in, and then dashed on 
until we got to the darkest spot in the avenue, where the live 
oaks lap together overhead. A fearful flash of lightning 
came, followed instantly by a terrific peal of thunder, and she 
stopped short. I felt sure she had been struck, and she seemed 
to share the impression, but in a moment she went on and 
we were soon at home. 

I was so excited that I was in a perfect gale of spirits, 



182 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

which quite upset my good Chloe, who had worked herself 

up to' a wretched state of anxiety about me, miserable that I 

was out in that terrible storm alone ; and she was hurt and 

disapproving of my attitude, especially as the first thing I 

did was to insist that Gerty and herself should take in my 

best rug, which had been hung on the piazza to air. Their 

terror had been so great that they had left it out in the rain — 

such a panic had seized them that they were very reluctant 

to venture out on the piazza. They had the house shut up 

without a breath of air, that being their idea of safety. Of 

course, I was drenched and had to change all my things, 

and after two hours I sent word to Willing that he might 

safely feed the mare, I having told him to rub her perfectly 

dry, but not to feed her till I sent him word. What was my 

dismay to find he had not rubbed her at all — said he was 

afraid to stay in the stable, so he had turned her loose in the 

stable yard and gone into the kitchen, leaving her exposed 

to the pouring rain ! Of course she will be foundered, for 

she was very hot. 

Sunday, May 8. 

Drove Ruth to church and met some one just from Greg- 
ory on the way, who told me a most terrible thing. Mrs. 
R., one of the loveliest women in our community, was 
struck by lightning during the storm last evening. She had 
always had a great terror of lightning, though in every other 
respect she was a fearless woman, so that her family always 
gathered round her during a storm and tried as much as 
possible to shut out the sight and sound. On this occasion 
her husband and daughter were sitting one on each side of her 
on an old-fashioned mahogany sofa, she with her handkerchief 
thrown over her face. When the fatal flash came the 
husband and daughter were thro^vn forward to the floor and 
were stunned ; as soon as they recovered consciousness they 
turned to reassure the mother as to their not being seriously 



A IVOMAN BICE PLANTER 183 

hurt. She was still sitting straight up on the sofa with the 
handkerchief over her face ; they lifted the handkerchief as 
they received no answer and found life extinct. It was a 
translation really for her, as she probably felt nothing ; there 
was only one small spot at the back of the neck. She was a 
woman rarely gifted, with beauty of face and form, as well as 
of soul ; she was one upon whom every one rested who came 
in contact with her;, she gave of her strength to all who 
needed it, for her supply was unlimited, coming direct from 
the great source of all power. I wonder if terror of lightning 
was a premonition which had been with her always from her 
childhood ? Her death is a great loss to our county, and to 
her family a calamity indeed. 

May 9. 

Very busy arranging things so that I can leave for my an- 
nual visit to Washington. It is harder than ever, for Jim 
not being here to leave in charge of the horses I feel very 
anxious. However, I have done my best and will leave to- 
morrow. The incubator is in full swing and Chloe and 
Gerty have learned how to manage the heat between them. 
The chicks are due to hatch on the 14th, and I have left most 
accurate written directions for each day which Gerty is to 
read aloud to Chloe as the day comes, for toward the end 
the heat must be raised. The first family of sixty-seven are 
growing apace ; only one has died and that was smothered 
by the others before I found out that I must put them under 
the hover every night or they will cluster about the ther- 
mometer and climb on top of each other until the ones under- 
neath are smothered if help does not come. It is the funniest 
thing to see their devotion to the thermometer. They peck 
it off of the nail on which it hangs, so that as soon as I learned 
to know the proper heat for the brooder by touching the 
metal cylinder under the hover, I took the thermometer out 
entirely, and as soon as it was gone they went under the 



184 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

hover of their own accord. They seemed to feel that the 
mercury was a living presence, I suppose, because it moved 
up and down in the tube. 

I am leaving Willing to run one cultivator, with Mollie 
and Gibbie to run the other with a fine ox I have just bought. 
I heard that Gibbie had made his plans to "go to town" to 
work, leaving his young wife and child, and I racked my 
brain for something that would interest him at home and 
divert his thoughts from that plan ; for if once a young negro 
leaves his wife and children to go away to work he is very 
apt to stay away permanently, and I should be sorry for 
Gibbie to do that. One day I called him and said: "Gibbie, 
I wish to try an experiment and put you in charge of it, and 
I am going away for a month. You know, in this country no 
one ever thinks of ploughing a single ox ; they can't do any- 
thing without a yoke of oxen ; but in the up country it is not 
so. On my way to the mountains I see from the car windows 
people running their ploughs with a single ox. Now I want 
you to take entire charge of Paul — no one else is to use him 
— and I want you to put him in the cultivator and run it 
through the corn day by day until you finish that, and then 
through the cotton, and then start through the corn again ; 
but be careful of Paul and do not let him get galled, and feed 
him well." 

Gibbie was as proud as though he had l)een made Viceroy 
of India and his plan of deserting vanished. 

May 26. 

Washington. Spen the afternoon at the Agricultural De- 
partment, where I met with much courtesy as well as informa- 
tion. I went specially to inquire as to the practicability of the 
cultivation of the orris root on our rice field lands. The orris 
of commerce is the root of the iris, which grows luxuriantly 
in our low country. In the latter part of March and during 
the month of April every swampy low spot, as one drives 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 185 

along the road, is beautiful with the dark purple or blue and 
the light purple and the white iris, or flag. My desire was 
to find out if these species of iris had the perfumed root, for 
if they have we could cultivate it in the rice fields with great 
success. 

The impression at the department is that orris can be 
grown only on high ground, as in Italy, where it is principally 
grown, it is planted in a semi-mountainous region. This is 
a great disappointment. They told me of a farm in Louisa, 
Va., where the orr s is being cultivated for market. I would 
like very much to visit that farm and see for myself, but my 
time is limited, as I have promised to attend the amiual meet- 
ing of the South Carolina branch of the Women's Auxiliary 
at Orangeburg, May 31. One must have plenty of patience 
to attempt the cultivation of orris, for the root should not be 
dug until it is two years old, and then it has to be kept two 
years before its perfume develops. 

Another thing I had much at heart was to take some les- 
sons in photography and to buy a good camera. I could do 
so much more if I could illustrate things with good photo- 
graphs of the odd and picturesque things I so constantly see ; 
but, alas, I am going away without having made any prog- 
ress in this direction, time and other things lacking. 

June 6. 

Peaceville. At home once more and the great big white 
rooms of the pineland bungalow are very restful and pleasant. 
That is the one luxury we enjoy to the fullest in the South 
— space. My rooms here are immense, each Avith four 
windows and three doors, very high ceilings and a broad 
piazza around the whole. 

I received a riotous welcome from the clogs and a very 
hearty one from Chloe, Gerty, and the Imp, but Chloe seemed 
downcast and unlike herself, and I knew there was some bad 



186 . A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

news, which she would not bring out until I had had my 
dinner. While I was away I had several letters from Chloe, 
in one of which she announced with great joy that sixty- 
three fine healthy chicks had hatched from the 'cubator. 
So when I had finished the simple but delicious meal which 
she had prepared for me I asked her to go out with me and 
show me the chickens. Then she poured out her woes. 
The night before she moved from the plantation some one had 
climbed the six-foot fence and stolen twenty-five of the pre- 
cious last-hatched chicks. She said when she found it out 
the next morning she sat down and cried, she had been so 
proud to have hatched them out and they were doing so well 
and growing so fast. I sympathized with her. Of course it 
was a great blow to me, but she was in such deep distress 
over it that I had to act the part of consoler, though I was the 
victim. 

She went on to say : "En I do' kno' who carry de news out 
say I cry 'bout de chicken, but I s'pose 'twas dat wicket boy 
Rab, fu' ebeybody I meet say 'Eh, eh! I yere say yu cry 
'bout chicken, I'se shock to yere sech a ting ! A pusson cry 
fu' loss 'e mudder or some of 'e fambly, but cry fu' chicken ! 
No; en wusser wen 'tain't yo' chicken.'" This taunt and 
ridicule seemed to have sunk deep and to rankle still. She 
went on to say that the person who took the chickens must 
have been well known to the dogs, as they made no outcry, 
and moreover that Rab had not slept at home that night, 
saying he had stayed with Willing, which all looks very bad 
for both of these boys. I will not attempt to investigate, for 
it would be perfectly useless. 

It is a principle firmly maintained that one negro will not 
give testimony against another unless he has a quarrel with 
him, and then he will say anything necessary to convict him 
of any crime, so that investigation with a view to justice is a 
farce. I do not doubt that these two are guilty, for Willing 



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187 



has encouraged Rab to return to his old habit of stealing all 
the eggs. Bonaparte found a spot in the pasture, with 
cans and many egg-shells and remains of fire, where they had 
a regular picnic place. When he asked Rab about it, he said 
Willing and he cooked there every day eggs, potatoes, any- 













V^i 'B^vvl 





>kt,«:'RiHu,»'-S"%'.t>. . 



"Eh, eh, I yere say yu cry 'bout chicken." 

thing else they wanted. I had brought Rab a beautiful 
outfit from Washington, besides the ever desired mouth 
organ, and, after a consultation with Chloe, I determined 
to give them to him, as she said he had been moderately good 
while I was gone and slept out only that one night; and 
there was no proof against him, and if they did take the 
chickens of course the older boy was very much more to 
blame. I would not on any account accuse them of such a 
thing unless I was perfectly certain, for I think that is the way 
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possible that any one about the yard could know anything 
about it. I only reproached Rab with having been absent 
that night, as he might have caught the thief. 

June 20. 

Drove into Cherokee this morning on my way to Casa 
Bianca and found Ruth with a beautiful filly colt. I am so 

pleased. Ruth is very 
proud and brought the 
colt right up to me and 
the little thing hcked my 
hand and let me stroke 
its head. I went on in 
fine spirits after admiring 
my new possession. So 
many things go wrong 
that I am unduly elated 
when something pleasant 
comes. 

Casa Bianca looked pcr- 

fectly beautiful. The 

place is so lovely that it 

always does me good to go 

there, though this time I 

had dreaded it very much. 

The negroes continue to fight against Nat, and there is very 

Httle rice planted, and they will not work that little properly. 

Nat seems to do his best, which I'm sure is a mercy. 

Stopped on my way back and told Willing to get all the 
milk he could to-morrow and put it in demijohns ready for 
me to take out with me. We are to have a little sale of ice- 
cream in aid of our auxiliary. 

Juno 21. 

Arose at 6 and hurricxl through breakfast to go early to the 
plantation and get through my work there and bring the 




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189 



milk for the auxiliary. To my great disappointment found 
Willing had less milk than usual. I went with him to the 
field and made him milk the cows over, and found they had 
an abundance and he had only half milked ; he was sulky 
about it, but I insisted and got three quarts more, then 
turned the calves in and showed Willing how much they were 
getting. I hurried back to send it 
to the ladies. I had undertaken 
to furnish the 200 pounds of ice 
and to make a churn of cream 
myself. Such a time as I had 
freezing it ! I never had 
done it before, as long ago 
I read all the directions to 
Jim, who always did it. 
I supposed Chloe knew 
how, but she had forgot- 
ten, if she ever knew, and 
I spent nearly two hours 
down on my knees work- 
ing with the thing. Like 
everything else, it is easy if 
you know how, but this 
was terrific. However, it was finished in time. 

In the little hamlet of Peaceville truly the simple life, now 
so much vaunted and preached, is lived. A community 
of gentle folk, about sixteen households, most of the families 
were wealthy in the time prior to 1860, and all well born. 
Now theirs is a life of privation and labor, and borne without 
murmur or repining, and they are gentle folk emphatically. 
With the mercury for weeks over 90, and sometimes 98, there 
is but one family who can indulge in the luxury of ice. Until 
this summer I have always got 200 pounds a week, but things 
are changed by the failure of rice and I have given it up, as 




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by the time I get it from the nearest town, eighteen miles away, 
the 200 pounds cost SI. 50. Every one is much excited over 
the sale, and early in the afternoon they gather at the little 
schoolhouse, across the road from my gate, which had been 
selected for the event. The five ice-cream churns are grouped 
under a tree and two or three tables placed around, while 
the benches from the schoolhouse are placed about as seats. 
Two ladies down on their knees serve out the cream to the 
excited string of children, who bring their nickels clasped 




The string of excited children. 

tightly in their hand. Two other ladies have a large dish 
pan and towels and keep a constant supply of fresh saucers 
and spoons, while one with a little basket receives the nickels. 
The five-cent saucers are very big, but I call to mind how 
rarely these children ever taste ice-cream and what self- 
denial on the part of the mother each nickel represents, and 
so our results are not as large as they might be. My churn 
is pure cream as that is the only kind I can make, but it is 
not nearly so popular as the others which are made of custard 
with different flavorings. Finally, after a perjod of great 
activity I hear "All gone but the Newport vanilla" (that is 



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mine) and the answer comes, "Well, if there is nothing else I 
will take that," and everything is gone and the benches 
are put back in the schoolhouse and the tables are carried 
home, and we have made $8 for our auxiliary, not much, 
but it represents a good deal of labor and self sacrifice on 
the part of the women who have given their material and their 
time, for al the things are contributed by different members 
and so we have no bills to pay. This will go to a cot in the 
hospital at Shanghai in memory of Bishop Howe and for a 
Bible woman in Japan. A mite truly, but God grant it may 
be blessed. 

June 22. 

Rose at 5, skimmed and set the churn. It is very hot, and 
having no ice there is no chance of good butter except by 
handling it very early. When I went to the plantation, 
I found that my two English side-saddles had been left on 
a rack in the piazza where I had them moved this spring 
from the stuffy harness room, but I didn't mean them to 
stay there always ; it is scarcely safe now that I have moved 
to the village and there is no one in the yard ; so this after- 
noon I called Gibbie to bring them into the house. He 
brought the first and placed it on the rack, and I covered it 
with a large white cloth and he went for the other. 

As he came with it I heard a strange rumbling noise. 
"What is that ? " I asked. Gibbie is quite deaf and answered 
that he heard nothing. I went on: "It is either a steam- 
boat on the river or an approaching tornado." 

Still Gibbie heard nothing, but as he was about to put 
down the saddle I became aware that the noise came from it. 
"Take it back quickly to the piazza, Gibbie, and put it down 
gently." I followed, and as he set it down out from the 
inside crawled a bumblebee, and then another and another. 
The bees had excavated the padding and built inside of the 
saddle, leaving only the small hole which they had bored 



192 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

visible. The saddle might have been put on a horse's back 
and girthed on before the bees stirred, and what a circus 
there would have been. 

Nothing would induce Gibbie to touch it again. He fled 
down the piazza steps, and the saddle remains upside down 
on a stand. I do not know how to get rid of the things. 
The sting of the bumblebee is said to be more severe than that 
of the honey-bee. If I pour hot water do^vn the hole, as I 
first thought of doing, the saddle will be ruined, and I do not 
know how else to reach them. Certainly strange things 
happen to me ! 

When I reached Peaceville at three o'clock the mercury 
in the coolest spot on the piazza marked 96, and I was so 
thirsty. Alas the artesian water brought and kept in a 
demijohn is lukewarm and there is no use pretending that 
it is refreshing. The well water is cool, but it has a taste 
which makes me prefer the tepid contents of the demijohn. 
I have made great efforts to cool it ; sewed it up in cloth 
and swung it from a nail in the piazza — all in vain. From 
contrast to my expectations, I suppose, it seems hotter than 
ever, so I gulp down the clear liquid, saying to myself, " you 
are obeying one of the first laws of health in not drinking cold 
water — only fools fill their digestive organs with icy fluid." 

Peaceville, July 18. 

Rose at 5 o'clock and had breakfast before 6 o'clock, so as 
to make an early start to drive to Gregory to attend the 
farmers' meeting and hear the lectures by the agricultural 
experts. The heat is so great that the early morning or 
late afternoon is the only time to travel. 

I got through the eighteen mile drive very quickly it 
seemed to me, for it had looked interminable^ to my mind's 
eye when I started, and had an hour in town before the 
meeting. 



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The hall was quite full and I was very glad when D. came 
forward and met me and ushered me in. It was quite a 
tribute to him that so many of the most primitive farmers 
came. They looked quite lost until he met them at the door 
and found seats for them with a delightful courtesy and 
interest. 

I saw many that I loiew rarely left the deep recesses of the 
pine forest, and it was quite touching to see the attention 
with which they listened. Near me were two I knew well, 
quite young lads, whose life had been spent in a struggle 
with the soil, beginning as small boys ; Colonel Ben and 
Solomon. 

I had handed the former to the Bishop to be christened. 
His father had selected as his name ''Colonel Ben." Fortu- 
nately I asked the Bishop about it before the service began, 
and he answered, "He cannot be christened Colonel Ben. 
They can call him by that name, but the title must be left off 
in the service." 

When I repeated this to the mother she was very stolid 
and said, "Par, he named him Colonel Ben, en he wishes him 
baptized the same." 

I understood it entirely. They named him after the man 
who had done most for them in their lives. He had been a 
Colonel in the Confederate army, and after the war became a 
clergyman of the Episcopal Church, and their desire was to 
name the baby after the Colonel and not after the priest. 

Poor Colonel Ben has had a hard, limited life, but has 
worked faithfully tilling the soil on his father's large farm. 
The unwonted excitement of a visit to the county-seat to 
hear a man tell him how to do what he'd been doing all his 
life was most astounding. As they tiptoed behind D. into 
the rather dark room filled with people I think it would have 
taken little to make them turn and run to the shelter of the 
woods. 



194 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

However, they settled dowTi and after furtive looks around 
devoted themselves to trying to make out what the speaker 
was saying. For a long time it seemed to me they were 
getting nothing. It was all a confused talk to them, and then 
he said something which roused them to interest: "And 
now I will tell you how to get the greatest amount of good 
from your barn-yard manure," and he proceeded to urge 
them to haul it on to the fields as fast as it accumulated. 

Both Colonel Ben and Solomon leaned further and further 
forward in their desire not to lose one of the precious words of 
wisdom. It was lucky that the two seats in front of them 
were vacant, for the long arms were far over the seat, while 
the eager faces tried to bring the huge hearing members 
nearer to the speaker. I felt quite delighted that they had 
found something available, something they could carry home. 

It is hard for an educated speaker to realize how his fluent 
speech slips off the rustic brain like water flowing over a rock. 
They cannot absorb it ; it is ah over before they have caught on. 

After it was all over I met Colonel Ben, Solomon, and their 
father wandering along the street. I stopped and sjDoke, 
asked them if they were going to the banquet which had been 
prepared for the audience. 

No, they reckoned they'd be gittin' on home. 

But I urged them, saying I felt sure R. L. A. expected them 
and would be looking for them. 

"Wall, he's the one got me en the boys into this trouble; 
he wouldn't take no, we jest had to cum, en hare we is." 

I started them on the way to the hall and hope they got 
there and enjoyed the substantial lunch provided. No 
doubt these meetings do an immense deal of good if as in 
this instance the local director is a man of enthusiasm and 
able to throw it into the work and take an interest in all the 
individual farmers who are so cut off from the interests of the 
rest of the world. 



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They think that to scratch over many acres of land, guilt- 
less of manure or help of any kind, with a yoke of oxen and 
then to have all the family from the oldest to the youngest 
turn out and plant the corn by hand, disturbing it as little as 
possible by work until it is ready to harvest, is to be a farmer, 
and they are satisfied. In the spring R. L. A. was trying to 
persuade one of these very satisfied old men to plant a few 
acres under the direction of the Department. He turned on 
him. 

"Look a' yere, young man," he said, "I bin fa'ming long 
before y'u ever wus thought of, en I want y'u to onderstan' 
I don't believe in deep ploughin', I don't." 

R. L. A. used all his blandishments until the old man 
promised to plant two acres by his directions, beginning 
with deep ploughing. He told me that when he went back 
some months later the old man said : — 

"Youngster, I don't know what's the reason, but I kyan't 
get any of my corn to grow but them two akers o' yourn — 
the dry drought is just a-burning up the rest o' my corn." 

And still later when the steady rains set in and he went that 
way the old man clapped him on the back and said with 
much embelHshment of action : — 

"Well, you've got me ; the rain's done finished the rest of 
the corn, but them akers of yourn jest keep on a-growin' 
en a-growin', en I jest tell you now next year I plants jest 
about half o' what I bin a-plantin' en I ploughs it all deep en 
does jest es you tells me to do." 

That was a wonderful triumph for the young director, 
and he tells me there are many such cases. 

July 21. 

Having land prepared for turnips, which are a very im- 
portant winter crop for us. The corn and cotton both look 
very well, also the potatoes, and the little amount of rice 
planted is fine. The agricultural society of the State has 



196 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

offered a prize of $100 for the best results in hay from five 
acres of alfalfa during 1906, and I have determined to enter 
the contest. I know I cannot get the prize, l)ut trying for it 
will make me more careful in planting and preparing the land. 
They give very exact directions and insist on a great deal of 
fertilizer being used — that is, what seems to me a great 
deal, and I never would spend all that money unless I were in 
a way forced to it by entering the contest. I am now read- 
ing everything I can find on the subject of alfalfa, and there 
is a great deal to be found. 

Wrote to George T. Moore for inoculating material for 
alfalfa. I am so delighted that he is back in the Department 
of Agriculture, so that I can write to him. I have been miser- 
able over what I considered the great injustice to him, and 
am so thankful that amends have been made and he has been 
reinstated. 

I am so happy to-day over a check received from a liberal 
paymaster that I am quite stupid. I had sent off the last 
money I had in the bank for fertilizer for the alfalfa, and was 
feeling anxious, and now I am so relieved. 



CHAPTER VI 

Peaceville, July 23. 

WITH great difficulty got Chloe off to Gregory to make 
a visit to her daughter and see her grandchildren. 
I have to push and force Chloe to take the smallest 
holiday or relaxation. She cannot drive, so of course I had 
to send Dab to be her charioteer, 

I told her to broil a nice, 'cubator chicken and put it in the 
safe, and I have a very nice loaf of bread which I made yester- 
day, and with delicious fresh butter and tomatoes I will be 
independent of cooks for two whole days. 

In this blessed hamlet of Peaceville, Bible methods prevail 
to a great extent, and people do as they would be done by. 
One finds out what vegetable one's neighbor is short of, and 
if you happen to have that special thing in abundance, you 
fill a basket, put a dainty doily over it, and despatch your 
inevitable small boy to your neighbor with a pleasant message. 
Of course she is too delicate to return her abundant vege- 
table by the same messenger, but later in the day or the next 
morning arrives her small boy with a dainty covered tray, and 
you receive a supply of the vegetable you lack with an 
elegant note. 

I planted a great many tomatoes, but for want of work 
during my month's absence they are very backward, while 
my dear friend and neighbor, in the best sense of the word, 
Miss Penelope, has an abundance of large, smooth red to- 
matoes, and daily I receive a little tray of them. I have only 
very prosaic vegetables as yet, beans and Irish potatoes, but 

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they are fine and plentiful, so Dab makes expeditions with 
the tray, but without the note which is Peaceville etiquette 
— a little note asking particularly the state of your health 
and mentioning the height of the mercury, and saying that 
though doubtless it is sending coals to Newcastle you venture 
to offer some of your poor products. 

I have a box tacked on the wall by my writing-table into 
which I drop all the notes received. I keep them, for they 
breathe such kindliness, and seem an echo of the past when 
people had time to think of others. By the end of the sum- 
mer they would nearly fill a half bushel. 

To-day I tried to conceal the fact of Chloe's absence. I 
was invited out to dinner, but I was so exhausted after the 
service that I was not equal to going. Though I had made 
every effort to get Chloe off before service, she was not ready 
when I left, so I told her to lock up the house and put the 
key under the pot of heliotrope on the shelf in the piazza, 
where I found it, and opening the door, which gave fight 
enough for me to read by, I lay on the lounge in the dark, 
shut-up house till afternoon, when I felt sufficiently rested 
to get up and take my frugal, but delicious, repast of cold 
chicken, bread and butter and raw tomatoes. Thanks to 
one of my unknown, far-away friends, I can enjoy my 
glass of artesian water. He wrote from Saratoga, suggest- 
ing that I should fill a stone jug with the artesian water, 
attach a long rope, and sink it in the well. I have done 
this, and by this simple expedient I have delightful, pure 
drinking water at a temperature of 63 degrees, without 
having ice. When the mercury is soaring in the 90s 63 
seems cold, and I do not ask for better. Except for keep- 
ing the milk and butter and having a treat of ice-cream 
occasionally I really do not miss ice, now that my little 
brown jug is swung in the well, and I am very grateful to 
my far-away friend. 



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At dark arrives Miss Penelope bearing a large tray, "Oh, 
my dear, 1 have just heard that Chloe and Dab were seen 
this morning driving out of the village and have never been 
seen to return ! And to think of your being all alone here, 
and we not knowing ! And we had such a delightful dinner ! 
If only I had known ! But I have brought you a bowl of 
cold okra soup and a little dish of ice-cream, for we had a 
celebration to-day, a birthday dinner." 
As soon as I could I told her I had 
had a dinner fit for a king, and 
now this wonderful and deli- 
cious treat of ice-cream made 
it perfect. 

I read S. D. Gordon's "Quiet 
Talks on Power" all day in the 
darkened room, and I feel as 
though I might develop into a 
dynamo of the first order. 

Peaceville is one of the cor- 
ners of the world where Sunday 
No one thinks of reading a novel or 
The Spirit of Missions, 




really do uot miss ice, now 
that my little brown jug is 
swung in the well. 



is carefully observed. 

even a magazine on the day of rest 

the Churchman, the Diocese, and sermons are the only mental 

food digestible on that day. I often find myself reading 

"The Spectator" in the Outlook, but if a neighbor comes in I 

put it hastily out of sight. 

Last Sunday my dear Miss Penelope, whose whole life is a 
sermon of unselfish devotion and service, never resting, for 
on Sunday after her laborious six days in the "store" — 
which has done such wonderful things, supporting the family, 
educating all the younger members and finally paying off 
the mortgage on the plantation — she is our sole dependence 
as an organist and she never fails us. She understands the 
"instrument," as the organ is always called by Peacevillians. 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 201 

This special organ is her own, which she has lent the 
church. The one which belongs to the church was originally 
a fine organ and was given to this little chapel some thirty 
years ago by a rich young man in New York, who had it for 
his own use and who was dying and expressed the wish that 
it should go to some place where it would do good. Our 
little church was without one and the rector happening to 
be in New York at the time, it was given to him. From 
that day to this it has been in use constantly, and without 
repair. 

Church mice are proverbially active and they showed 
great fondness for the material of the bellows, so that the 
"instrument" was in a sad and wheezing condition, making 
respectable sounds difficult. I, being an optimist of the first 
water and having received constant proof of my having the 
right view of life, said boldly two years ago, just before 
the storm which laid us all low, that I would undertake to 
pack the organ and send it away to be repaired. A tuner 
who came to tune my beloved piano that spring said that 
he would repair the organ for $40 if we sent to it him in 
Carrolton. 

I had had experience of the great liberality of the makers 
of my piano in the matter of exchange. During a period of 
forty years more or less I have had four pianos. Each time 
that by some good fortune I felt I might give myself the 
blessing of a new piano I wrote to the makers and told 
them I was sending on the old piano and wished a new one. 
They always allowed me a handsome price for the old piano. 
Reasoning from this experience that all great makers would 
act in the same way, I wrote to Boston to say I was sending 
the organ for repair or exchange, as seemed best to them, and 
asking their best terms, stating that by this parish there had 
been bought five melodeons of their make, including two 
baby organs. 



202 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

Immediately came a letter to say the repairs would cost 
$80 and when they were made the organ would be worth $250. 
I wrote back in despair to say we could not possibly raise 
$80 for repairs, but would accept any melodeon they would 
send in exchange for our organ, which by their estimate was 
now worth $170. The answer came promptly — they could 
not offer any exchange ; the organ was in their way ; please 
answer at once. 

So here am I, having sent off the property of the church on 
my own responsibility, and it will probably lapse by dint of 
possession before we can possibly raise $80 for the repairs. 
At night when I am very tired, the organ has a way of rising 
up before me in accusation and I feel it is an ''instrument" 
worthy of the Inquisition. 

It has been two years now an unwelcome guest in its 
childhood's Boston home. Meantime we are using Miss 
Penelope's organ, which is not fair, for she can never practise 
the hymns at home, having no instrument. 

I began all this to tell of Miss Penelope's temptation. 
Last Sunday afternoon the unwonted sight of an automobile 
struck the village. Great excitement among all those who 
were so fortunate as to be strolling along the dusty road, 
among whom was Miss Penelope. 

The occupants proved to be friends of hers and when they 
got out to make a visit in the village they asked her and two 
ladies with her to get in the machine and take a little turn. 
Now, Miss Penelope had never been in an auto and she ac- 
cepted at once. They went two or three blissful miles 
and then came the awakening. Every face they met was 
set in solemn wonder that she, Miss Penelope, a pillar of the 
church (if the church is ever allowed confessedly to rest on 
feminine foundation), should ride in an auto on Sunday. 

Words failed, but looks were all powerful. That night 
she said to me : — 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 203 

"Patience, I am so ashamed of myself; I just yielded to 
temptation, you may say, without a struggle. It was so hot 
and dusty in the roads and the thought of flying through the 
air was so delightful that I never thought of it being Sunday 
and accepted the invitation at once ; and it was the most 
heavenly sensation! Mr. A. said the road was clear and 
he could exceed the speed limit without danger, and it really 
was like a trip to Europe, so elevating and delightful ; but as 
soon as I stepped down from the car I realized how wicked 
I had been." 

"My dear, I do not agree with you at all," I replied; 
"there were no horses being driven for pleasure on their 
day of rest; there was nothing but the cogs and wheels of 
a machine and half a pint of gasolene. You were perfectly 
right to go. Don't mind what any one may say. It was a 
perfectly innocent recreation and refreshment, which you 
of all people are certainly entitled to." 

But my efforts were in vain, though she said: "It is a 
great comfort to find you do not blame me, but I must blame 
myself." 

July 24. 

Good Miss E. spent last night here so that I should have 
some one near, and she made me a delicious cup of coffee 
and a nice little breakfast in spite of all I could say. Then 
she went home, and I fed the chickens and washed up the 
dishes and did all the housework, drawing buckets and 
buckets of water from the well, and I felt so proud and pleased 
with myself when I found it was only 9 : 30 and I had done 
all the work, for I had to do Dab's as well as Chloe's. 

It is a great thing to know just what the work is, and if 
you do it once yourself you know just what the labor is. It 
is not a third of the amount of work I had supposed. 

After finishing I sat do^vn in the door of the sitting room 
to get every breath of air and embroidered and had a day of 



204 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

luxury — no interruptions, except when one waiter arrived 

with tomatoes, another with a muskmelon, and just at noon 

a specially dainty little tray with a glass of blackberry shrub 

and, O joy, a lump of ice in it. 

I do not know when I have had such a quiet, peaceful 

day. As the horse and vehicle were gone I had no way of 

going to the plantation, which is my daily duty, and so felt 

free to enjoy myself. 

July 28. 

My poor Chloe is very ill with rheumatism — it is dis- 
tressing, she suffers so. Dab is distinguishing himself and 
so am I. 

I rise at five, so as to churn and knead and do my part 
of Chloe's work. Dab does the cooking very well and with 
enthusiasm. I am conscious that with both of us it is the 
enthusiasm of new brooms and am looking with terror to 
the inevitable slump. 

I have never been an early riser, and the thought of the 
stem resolution I have made, to get up at five punctually, 
keeps me waking up all night long. I strike a match, look 
at the little clock on the table at the head of the bed, and 
think with delight how many hours there are before the fate- 
ful five strikes. I am losing pounds daily in the process, 
but make up in pride over my strenuosity. 

On the plantation the struggle to get all the peas ploughed 

in for hay is most exhausting. Gibbie says he is sick, and 

I have engaged Loppy to do it, but he finds fault with the 

team and the plough. 

Sunday, July 30. 

A pleasant service and good sermon in our little church. 
When I got home to my great joy found C. and John. We 
got out the little old black leather-covered trunks which 
came from the log house, where they were stored, and looked 
over some of the papers in them. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 205 

Found many old letters from grandmother to papa when 
he was at West Point, beautiful letters, urging on him duty, 
discipline, and diligence. Oh, what an inestimable blessing 
to a boy to have such a mother and to value the letters so 
that here almost a century later they are found carefully 
kept ; I suppose all she wrote, for postage was so high then 
that letters were not an everyday or a weekly matter. 

August 24. 

Reading with great pleasure the "Life and Letters of 
Washington AUston," and came upon so many bits of wis- 
dom which I would like to keep, for instance : — 

"Confidence is the soul of genius. ... A little season- 
able vanity is the best friend we can have." 

"It was a saying of Alcibiades, and I believe a very just 
one, that 'When souls of a certain order did not perform all 
they wished it was because they had not courage to attempt 
all they could.'" 

All this written by my great-uncle Washington AUston, 
August 24, 1801, to the artist Charles Frazer — to-day 109 
years ago. We have a very beautiful miniature of him and 
it has the face of a wise man and almost a saint. 

Peaceville, September 1. 

A beautiful morning, though clouds are still flying. Every- 
thing is fresh and sparkling after the rain. 

Had a terrible temptation — a letter yesterday from A. C. 
begging me to join her in Columbia to-morrow and make 
the journey with her to Highlands, where my sisters and 
their families are. All summer J. has been urging me to 
spend the hot months with her, and sent the check for my 
travelling expenses, which I returned, as it seemed to me 
my duty to stay here. 

Now the thought of that wonderful exhilarating climate 



206 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

and beautiful scenery with all my dear ones was too much 
for me. I determined to go. Drove to Cherokee and gave 
Bonaparte directions for the conduct of everything during 
my absence, specially the curing of my precious pea-vine 
hay. Sent word to the ferryman to have the flat on this 
side of the river at 3: 30 a.m. Had the shafts taken off and 
pole on the buckboard, so as to drive the pair, as I washed to 
take my steamer trunk with me. 

It would be necessary to leave here at 2 : 10 a.m. to take 
the 6 A.M. train, though it is only eighteen miles ; but the 
ferry represents an unknown quantity. After all was done 
I felt very light-hearted. To turn my back on heat and 
worry, on discouragement and continual effort, was delight- 
ful and I walked down to the barn-yard with light and springy 
tread. 

On my way the gorgeous sunset struck me and I stopped, 
spellbound by its infinite beauty. Oh, the tenderness of 
the light, fleecy pink clouds ; oh, the passionate red of the 
darker ones ; oh, the golden glow of the horizon ! Could 
anything hold more intense beauty and delight ? Could 
one look at that and shrink from toil and moil and sweat 
in the path of duty ? Was I a coward ? Was I a shirk ? 
Had I not chosen my own path and was I too much of a 
weakling to walk in it ? Was I willing to leave the burden 
and heat of the day for two old darkies to struggle through 
alone ? 

I stood there filling my soul with beauty and strength 
until the last beam faded, then went to old Bonaparte and 
countermanded all my orders. It was all easily done except 
to notify the ferryman that he need not be ready for me, and 
I will send him a little present to make up for that. I have 
but one distress. I wrote to my sister by to-day's mail to 
say if it was possible to do it I would go, and I hate to think 
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I drove back to the pineland in my little old rattling buck- 
board, it being too late to have the pole taken off of the other 
one, and a great peace filled me. Chloe was overjoyed at 
my change of plan, though she had encouraged my going in 
every way and had my trunk all packed. As for Goliah, 
he fairly glittered with joy, which condition was contributed 
to .by the habit he has taken up recently of greasing his 
broad little black face very thoroughly with the vaseline I 
provide for keeping the harness soft. He seems to find in- 
finite comfort from rubbing a quantity on his hands and then 
massaging his face very hard with both hands. It always 
amuses me, it is such an odd thing for a child to do. 

September 4. 

A glorious autumn day, really cold. I was very busy 
all morning bottling some blackberry wine made in 1903. 
Somehow there was great haste all day. At the plantation 
got very unhappy over the fear of cockspurs in the hay. It 
is impossible to make the negroes understand the importance 
of destroying them. Last year the horses had none of the 
best hay. It was all kept for the cows because there were 
a few cockspurs in it. 

The scuppernong grapes are ripening very fast and are 
delicious. 

September 6. 

I certainly have been rewarded for not going to the moun- 
tains, for the mountain coolness has come to me — the 
weather has been perfect since the day after my decision. 
This morning Nat came from Casa Bianca looking more cheer- 
ful than usual. He told me he had nearly sold my cow Onyx. 

I received this rather coldly with the commonplace as to 
a miss being equal to a mile in such cases. He said Mr. E. 
had come up with his brother to look at the cow and asked 
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took out the money and counted it out into his hands when 
Mr. E. came up and said : — 

"I can make a better bargain with Mrs. Pennington than 
that. I'll write to her. Take back your money." 

"Nat said : ' De money luk very sweet een my han's, but I 
gie um back to de gen'leman. Yu get letter frum em yet ?' " 

"No," I said, "but I can't imagine what made you say 
$27.50 for that cow with her splendid calf. I never said 
less than $30. I am glad that trade is off." 

This was true and yet not true. I never would have sold 
Onyx for less than $30 myself, but if Nat had brought the 
smaller sum at this moment I would not have reproved him, 
as the constant call of the laborers to be paid presses on 
me daily. 

After much wandering talk Nat took from his pocket a 
roll of money and counted it out to me, saying : "Ef I ain't 
succeed to sell de cow, I dun sell Jolm Smit fu t'irty doUa' !" 
and there it was. 

I was too thankful for words and yet sorry to part with 
John Smith, a handsome, long-legged Brahmin steer, who 
travels like a horse. However, as he is not yet three years 
old it is a fine sale and I praised Nat accordingly and gave 
him a dollar. Every time I think I am going to have a fine 
young pair of oxen I find myself obliged to part with them 
and be content with my faithful old ones, for there is always 
good sale for the steers even when nothing else sells. 

At Cherokee I saw no sign of Gibbie, but was pleased to see 
the three milch cows tethered in the lush grass of the corn- 
field. I have long tried to get Gibbie to do this, in vain ; 
it is not the habit in this country, and Gibbie is sure would 
have fatal results. What made him come to it I do not 
know, but I was delighted to see them knee deep in grass, 
evidently satisfied, for they were not eating, only chewing 
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I passed on to the house and after a while went down to 
the garden to see about the turnips. Just as I was about 
to cross the httle foot bridge which leads from the barn-yard 
I saw basking on the plank a terrible looking moccasin. I 
turned away to get a stick long enough and strong enough 
to give me courage to attack him. When I came back armed 
the snake had disappeared, and I was about to cross when 
some instinct warned me to look well, and there just under 
the bridge in the flowers and grass that grew so luxuriantly 
as almost to touch it, I saw the beady eyes in the erect asp- 
like head fixed on me. 

I summoned all my nerve and after a severe struggle killed 
the deadly thing. Even after I threw it some distance away 
with my strong staff it was hard to make myself cross the 
narrow bridge. I finally did get into the garden and found 
the turnips in great need of work. 

On my way back I looked into the field where the cows 
were, and there was Moselle, my thoroughbred Guernsey, 
whom I had seen all right a half hour before, prostrate on 
the ground, her head under her ! I flew through the gate 
and to her, to find that the horns were fastened in the ground, 
her forelegs bent over her head. The rope round her hind 
leg had evidently caught when she went to lie down or get 
up, I don't know which. 

I called aloud for Gibbie, Bonaparte, Goliah, but no one 
came. Moselle's breathing was like a very loud snore. I 
tugged at her forefoot to lift it off from her head, putting 
all my strength, but in vain ; when exhausted by the great 
effort, I called again and again, then getting no answer re- 
turned to the tugging. 

At last I succeeded by a mighty effort, then another mighty 
effort, and I got her horns out of the earth and put her head 
in a natural position, when she lay as if dead. The terrible 
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was dying. I loosed the rope from her foot and from her 
head and encouraged her to get up, but she lay with closed 
eyes, and I left her, for I know how easily cows give up and 
die. 

I went up to the house, where Goliah was putting Ruth 
in the buckboard, for it was sunset. Then Gibbie appeared 
and I told him Moselle was dying and reproached him for 
being away from his post of duty. When I drove out after 
all this expenditure of feeling Moselle was 
quietly eating as though nothing unusual had 
befallen her. I felt like Mother Hubbard 
after her trip to the undertaker's. Alto- 
gether it was a trying afternoon and 

..' ' I am very tired. 

September 7. 

Had some important writing to 

do this morning, but before I could 

begin Patty came in to say two 

"ladies" wanted to see me. I 

went out to find Totem's two 

daughters, who wished to get 

me to protect their property for 

them. 

They said their father's ' ' step- 
wife" had advertised the horse 
and buggy and cow and calf for 
sale, all of which things had be- 
longed to their o^\^l mother and 
the "stcpwife" had no right to sell them. I spent the whole 
morning talking to them and writing for them to the Probate 
Judge and others. 

Totem was a faithful servant and their mother an excellent 
woman, and I shall do all in my power to have their property 
protected. At the same time I tried to make them under- 




Patty came 
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stand that the "stepwife," having been legally married to 
their father, however short a time before his death, had a 
right to a proportion of his property. 

As soon as they were gone I went to the plantation, where 
terrible havoc has been made in the corn by three hogs be- 
longing to negroes who live miles away in the woods. It is 
a most difficult thing to get any redress for this. Bonaparte 
asked me to walk through the corn-field to estimate the dam- 
age, and really I think one-third of the corn has gone. 

I cannot believe it is altogether the work of animals. I 
think they have been assisted by humans, for while great 
quantities of corn stalks are bent down and you can see 
where the corn has been eaten on the ground, in many, many 
cases the stalks are standing straight up and the ears are 
gone. However, I say nothing about that, as it would be 
useless. 

One of the hogs I hired a man with a dog to catch two weeks 
ago. It weighs over 200 pounds and the man charged $2 
for catching it. I have fed it in the pen for seventeen days. 
Now the owner, a very well-to-do darky who has a pension 
from the Government and is above work, says he cannot 
possibly pay $7, which is the amount I fixed upon, though 
the damage is much greater than that, indeed, four times 
that. 

There are still two smaller hogs of about 100 pounds each 
in the field. 

I have a strong wire fence around and I cannot help think- 
ing the hogs have been let in at the gate. Of course a man 
would have them shot, but I cannot do that. 

The milk is falling off, and to keep up my butter engage- 
ments I will have to stop sending the pint of milk daily to 
Eva which I have been sending for six weeks. She is Gib- 
bie's mother, and when the doctor said she should have fresh 
milk I gladly gave it, but she is up and about now, and if Gib- 



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bie will not take the trouble to take the milk from the cows 

because he is in such haste to go out hunting, his mother will 

have to suffer along with me. 

Bonaparte and Kilpatrick are working on the flat which 

needed overhauling and repair. It is a heavy expense, but 

as the rice is doing well there must be a dry, tight flat to 

bring it in. 

September 10. 

Very hot again. This morning I was working at a sere- 
nade of Rachmaninoff's when I fainted. Good Chloe got me 
on the lounge and dosed me with ammonia and I got over 
it, but could neither write nor read Avithout a return of the 
terrible feeling. So I had the room darkened and kept quiet 
until 4 : 30 when I had to go to the plantation. 

September 13. 
Miss Penelope sent me word she was unequal to going to 
church to-day. So I had to play the organ as well as sing. 
Though a little rickety still, I enjoyed the organ in its rejuve- 
nated condition. It is very sweet and full. A beautiful 
sermon. Thanked the good Father for his many mercies. 
The Sunday-school children came promptly at five and were 
most interesting. 

September 14. 

Making wine from the scuppernong grapes ; ten quarts 
of grapes made two and a half gallons of ^vine. It is a very 
simple process, and yet the wine is very nice. It would make 
most delicious champagne if we had strong enough bottles 
to put it in at the right stage, but it bursts ordinary bottles, 
so we leave it uncorked until that stage passes. 

I make it because I find a portion of wine is a most accept- 
able present to the men of the family at Christmas time — 
only it must not be too sweet. The scuppernong grape grows 
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would be worth while to plant it largely for transportation 
to places where wine is made. In this State it is under the 
ban, but there is no law to prevent sending out the grapes. 

Every negro cottage through the long line of villages 
which fill the pine woods has at least one scuppernong vine, 
from which they sell bushels of grapes, besides eating them 
for a month. One vine will cover several hundred feet of 
space, for they are never trimmed, but grow laterally on 
scaffoldings made about five feet and a half from the ground. 

They do not grow in bunches like other grapes, but only 
four or five very large grapes together, so that when you 
go under an arbor of ripe grapes you see no leaves above you, 
only a canopy of grapes, the leaves being all on top, and there 
is no more delicious experience than a half hour under a really 
old grape-vine in early September. 

The older the vine the more luscious the grapes, and the 
perfume is most exquisite. It is a native of North Carolina, 
but takes kindly to this State and requires no spraying or 
care of any kind beyond breaking away the dead twigs and 
branches during the winter season — and mulching with 
dead leaves. 

September 15. 

Had a present of a bushel of grapes from Old Tom's chil- 
dren — such a pleasant surprise ! The grapes from my ar- 
bor are so enjoyed by the whole plantation that I never get 
more than a peck at a time, so that it is a great thing to have 
such a handsome present. Presented the bringer with a 
dress for herself and shirt and cravat for the brother. That 
is what a present means with us — good will expressed, and 
a handsome return. 

Peaceville, September 16. 

This morning had a delightful present of venison. S. M. 
killed a deer yesterday. 

Sent Chloe, Patty, and Goliah to plantation to pick the 



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last of the grapes, and I tried to refresh myself by reading 
"Peter," Yesterday when I drove down Ruth behaved in 
the most unaccountable way. I had S. R. with me and we 
were driving up the avenue to the barn-yard, which is called 
the Red Bank — I do not know why, as it is not a bank nor is 
it red, just an avenue bordered by live oak trees with the 
fields of corn, peas, potatoes, etc., beyond. The growth is 
very luxuriant and thick on each side under the trees. 

About halfway from the gate Ruth suddenly shied vio- 
lently, shivered and shook, and though the road is quite too 
narrow to turn she backed violently right into the ditch, 
and before I understood what she was doing she had turned 
the buckboard around most cleverly and was rapidly on 
her way back to the gate with every sign of terror. As soon 
as I realized what had happened I drove into the field on one 
side of the road, turned and drove back up the avenue to- 
ward the barn-yard, the road she has travelled all summer 
every day but Sunday without showing the least fear of 
anything. 

I made Goliah walk ahead until we got near the spot which 
had so terrified her. When I saw the fit of terror returning I 
gave the reins to S. who fortunately was with me and is a 
very good whip, and I got out and led Ruth by with the 
greatest difficulty. I do not know what to make of it unless 
there was some one hidden in the ditch who was very obnox- 
ious to her. 

The only time I ever knew her to shy so violently before 
was once when I was driving down to Casa Bianca alone. 
In a perfectly open, clear road, "vvith a deep ditch on each 
side, no bushes or underbrush at all, she was trotting along 
briskly when suddenly she made a terrific shy to the right 
and bolted. In a few yards I pulled her down, and won- 
dering greatly at her conduct I looked back to see if there 
were any stumps which I had not noticed, and out of the 



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ditch on the left side of the road rose a most fearful looking 
head, a white man's, all overgrown with hair, hatless, dishev- 
elled — no doubt a fugitive from justice who had wandered 
the roads a long time, from his aspect. 

Needless to say I did not tarry to ask questions, but let 
Ruth travel at her very best speed, and that evening return- 
ing home I drove as fast as I could, whip in hand, but had 
no further trouble with Ruth. 

On this occasion surely if there had been any one hidden 
in the ditch Don, the setter, would have found him. 

Coming home she still seemed nervous. Goliah says 
"plat eye" and Chloe says "speret. Miss Pashuns. You 
know Cherokee is a ha'nt place, dat Red Bank road speshul, 
en wen yu cum to de Praise House lane dat dem home. 

"T'ree time dem 'tack me dere. One time I bin a cum 
f'um Nannie weddin'. I see a man walk right befo' me, en 
I call to um en say ' Elihu ! Dat be yu ? Wait f 'r me,' en de 
man neber answer, en w'en 'e git to de gate 'e neber open 
um, 'e jes' pass trou' wi'dout open, en den 'e tu'n 'eself unto 
a bull, en rare up befo' me. Den I kno' 'twas plat eye, en 
I say to meself 'Trow down yu fader h'art, en tek up yu mur- 
rer h'art,' 'en I dun so. 'Kase yu kno'. Miss Pashuns, yu' 
murrer h'art is always stronger dan yu fader h'art. 

"Oh, yu didn't kno' dat? 'Oman h'art is stronger dan 
man h'art w'en yu cum to speret en plat eye. Yes, Rut' 
see dat same man en I jes' t'enk de Lawd she ain' cripple 
yu." 

That night she returned to the subject and told many 
wonderful ghost stories, all of that same road, and said Gibbie 
was so afraid of going along there in the dusk and reminded 
me that he never would wait to take my horse when I was 
out late, and that was the reason. As I still pooh-poohed 
her stories she put on quite a superior air and said : — 

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mo' dan yu, fer all yu kno' so mutch mo' en me. Wat I tell 
yu, 'tain't wha' I hear, but wha' I see meself." 

There is no doubt something in what Chloe says about 
creatures, as she calls animals, seeing more than human 
beings. There is a spot on the road about a mile from 
Casa Bianca where a man was killed by a fall from his horse, 
which shied violently, throwing him against a tree. This 
was about sixty-five years ago, and though it is now a com- 
monplace looking spot enough, my horses rarely pass it with- 
out shying. 

September 18. 

Yesterday I gave Gibbie a severe talk because of his total 
neglect of his work — the stables not cleaned, no pine straw 
hauled for bedding, the calves starved, yet the cows only 
half milked. I would not mind losing the milk so much if 
only the calves got it, but they look miserable, especially 
Heart, the little Guernsey I so wish to raise. 

He is intoxicated with the rice bird and coot fever and 
spends every night out hunting, and of course in the day he 
is too sleepy to do anything. He answered almost insolently 
for the first time, for usually he has the grace of civility. 

September 22. 

Went down after early dinner in great haste to peas field 
prepared to help pick out cockspurs, but found that Gertie 
and two other women had finished. I went over it prepared 
to find it only one-half done, as usual, but to my delight 
found it thoroughly done. They had two large barrels 
packed tightly with cockspurs, root and all, the burrs being 
still soft ; and look over the field as carefully as I could I found 
not a single plant. I had the pleasure of praising them 
warmly. It was Gertie's doing, I know, as Bonaparte put 
her in charge. 

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would insist on going back to all the strange things that have 
happened in her experience. There is no doubt that Chloe 
would develop into a most successful medium if she was 
in the way of knowing anything about the present craze for 
spirit manifestation. 

She called to my remembrance one very strange circum- 
stance that took place the first year I was alone at Cherokee 
after my dear mother's death. It had been the habit of our 
household to have family prayers, and when I was left alone 
I determined to continue the evening prayers and for that 
purpose had Chloe come in at 10 o'clock. 

It was curious how reluctant she was to have me act as 
home chaplain. She evidently did not consider me equal 
to the situation. However, I made a point of it and she 
graciously came. 

After prayers were ended she would stand at the door look- 
ing very dignified in her white head handkerchief and white 
apron and talk over the events of the day, the condition of 
the poultry yard and the evil deeds of the generality of man- 
kind. This little chance to tell her trials and tribulations 
was greatly enjoyed by her, and I tried not to be impatient 
at the wealth of detail, and impossibility of getting back to 
my book, for I knew that alone made her consent to come 
in to the little service which meant so much to me as a sur- 
vival of the past. 

One particular evening when she was in full swing I was 
sitting in one arm-chair by the fire, the other being empty, 
and on the rug stretched off in front of the fire asleep lay a 
very handsome Skye terrior which had been recently given 
to me as a protection, my dear little old black and tan Zero 
having died that summer. Suddenly Blue Boy woke, rose, 
every hair on end. He growled, he sniffed, he snorted, and 
then made a dash at the empty chair, barking furiously. 

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him, all in vain. He got under my chair, but he continued 
to bark fiercely. Finally I was annoyed by it and got up 
and sat in the empty chair. It meant nothing to me but 
that Blue Boy had had a bad dream. 

I went on talking to Chloe and as Blue Boy quieted down 
and went back to sleep on the rug I got up and in my im- 
patience at the prolonged talk began to walk about the room, 
I was so anxious to get back to my interesting book. In 
a second I heard a growl and Blue Boy was on the rampage 
again, more furiously than the first time. He attacked the 
empty chair, making a dash to within a foot of it and then 
running away, only to renew the attack. 

I was quite provoked and was going to slap him when I 
looked at Chloe. She was white almost, with a look of 
terror. 

"Miss Pashuns, 'tis Ole Miss' Blue Boy see." 

"What nonsense, Chloe! You know that is impossible, 
and even if it were possible, why should Blue Boy bark at 
mamma? You know all the dogs were devoted to her." 

Chloe answered: "Miss Pashuns, you fergit, you git 
Blue Boy since Ole Miss' gone ; him 'oodn't kno' Ole Miss'." 

It ended by my taking the dog up and carrying him out of 
the house. Up to this time he had always slept in my room at 
night as Zero used to do, but when I was ready to go upstairs 
that evening and called him he would not come inside the 
door. He wagged his tail quietly and licked my hands but 
refused to come in, and from that time I never could induce 
him to stay in my room either night or day. He would 
lie on the rug until I was ready to go upstairs, but then he 
went to the front door and insisted on remaining on the 
piazza for the night. 

After putting Blue Boy out I returned to try to reassure 
Chloe, who was greatly agitated. I told her that if the Good 
Father, in whose hands I felt so safe, should see fit to let 



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those whom I so dearly loved in the flesh, return in the spirit 
to watch over me in my lonely life, it would make me very 
happy, and that I could not understand it being a cause of 
terror to any one. 

"But," I said, "I do not feel called upon to decide whether 
that is possible as our world is constituted. I only have a 
firm abiding faith in the mercy and love of God and in His 
determination and ability to keep all those who put their 
trust in Him and walk in His commandments." 

Then I went to the piano and had her sing with me that 
beautiful old hymn, "How firm a foundation, ye saints of 
the Lord." 



CHAPTER VII 

Peaceville, September 18. 

WENT out to the mission in the pine woods with Mr. 
G. Quite a good congregation. They all walk miles, 
and bring their babies. Saw a most forlorn speci- 
men of a man, sallow, emaciated, miserably clad, with three 
children wrapped in a heterogeneous collection of garments. 
Mr. G. turned to me and said : — 

"You know Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Pennington?" 

Before I could answer the poor gaberlunzie spoke up and 
said : "Oh, yes; she stood for these," waving his hand over 
the thin little objects. "You 'member, Miss Patience, this 
is Mary Frances and this is Easter Anne and this is Thomas 
Nelson." 

I never felt more abashed in my life. Such a party to be 
responsible for ! I stand for so many, many poor little 
babies, for whenever there is a christening I am in demand ; 
but I never have had such a forlorn little company as this 
on my soul. 

As soon as I recovered I asked how it was that I had not 
seen them for so long. 

"We've bin a-travellin' ! We moved off for a good many 
years now, an' that's why you've sort of lost us." 

I asked where his wife was. 

"Well, ma'am, she's gone ; got tired of the job, an' lef me." 

"And who cooks?" 

"Mary Frances cooks." 

"And who washes the children's clothes?" 

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"Mary Frances, she washes, an' Mary Frances, she mends 
an' does everything." 

When I looked at the wizen little girl, with her sallow blue 
skin and her skinny little arms and hands, I could scarcely 
keep back the tears, but I spoke very cheerily to her and 
complimented her on the ge;t-up of the family, which truly 
showed ingenuity. 

She told me she was 10 and Easter Anne 8. I could 
scarcely beheve the tiny child was 10, but I promised to 
make some clothes for them before the next day the rector 
came, which will be Sunday three weeks. She did not seem 
excited or even pleased, but answered " Yessum" in a listless 
voice to all I said. 

I asked some of the other people about them and found 
there was great indignation about the wife. These people 
are severe on the erring; it seems necessary to their self- 
respect. 

September 19. 

Bonaparte has been away on a little vacation and I have 
been superintending all the work personally for the past 
two weeks, and it is impossible to get a decent day's work 
done. The women just scratch the ground a little with their 
hoes when your eyes are on them, and as soon as you allow 
yourself to be diverted for a moment they stand quite idle. 

September 21. 

Was telling Miss Pandora about the Lewis children and 
how I was searching all my possessions to find something I 
could cut up to make into clothes for them. She said at 
once : — 

"I have the stuff I got some time ago for a skirt. I will 
send it to you to-morrow." 

I remonstrated, telling her it would not be suitable, as 
they should have stout stuff for clothes ; but she persisted 



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and sent it, three and one-half yards of very pretty crash. 
I nearly sent it back because it is too thin and unsuitable 
and would make such a pretty suit. However, after much 
consideration, I determined to offer it for sale, and if I succeed 
in getting the money for it, I will spend it in homespun and 
calico to make up. This afternoon I took it down the 
village and showed it to several people, and I finally left it 
to be examined. 

September 22. 

My little trading effort has been most successful. This 
morning I had a note to say that the stuff had been bought 
and sending me the money. I at once went down to Miss 
Penelope's and bought fifteen yards of stuff, different kinds for 
the different ones ; and then set to work to cut and make 
three little frocks. Patterns seemed a difficulty, but I 
would allow nothing to cool my ardor. I made my own 
patterns, for these pine woods people know nothing of fash- 
ion in children's garments, and I am making them as I used 
to make children's clothes long ago. 

The draperies Mary Frances had hanging around her were 
down to the ground and so were Easter Anne's. It will no 
doubt be a shock to have these only reach their ankles, but 
they will have time to get accustomed to it before cold 
weather comes. One wonders stupidly over things out of 
one's own beat, as it were, but of course when children do 
not have shoes and stockings in the cold weather trailing 
garments are preferred. 

My neighbor the widow asked me to let her do some of 
the machine stitching for me, which is very nice of her, my 
machine being out of order for the first time in its thirty- 
seven years of service. I think Patty must have been experi- 
menting with it, for it did beautiful work the last time I used 
it. Let no one turn up her nose at this old friend and say, 
"At least in machinery new friends are best." We are a 



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faithful hearted people down here and see the beauty in our 
old friends, even though aware of the pathos of increased 
effort. 

September 23. 

This morning went over by invitation to look at the widow's 
steers which she is to sell to-day for a good price. They are 
very fine and perfectly gentle. She is a wonderful woman, 
doing all her own work and so much of it. Her vegetable 
garden has not a blade of grass. It contains turnips, cab- 
bages, carrots, beets, and tomatoes. She milks her cow her- 
self, waters her great number of flowers, drawing the water 
from a well with an old-time arrangement ; keeps her large 
rose garden in order and has the house filled with fresh 
flowers. 

To-night I finished two of the little frocks, and they look 

very sweet. I could not help stitching on a little band of 

contrasting color. Children's clothes should be pretty; 

all things connected with childhood should be pretty. The 

little ones thrive on things that feed the eye with beauty. 

The Great Father teaches us that wherever we turn in the 

loveliness spread around us everywhere, but we are so slow 

to learn. 

September 24. 

I undertook to have Jim do some mo^ving in the neigh- 
borhood, there being difficulty in getting a mowing machine 
for hire. But yesterday wh(>n the field was about half cut 
the blade broke, and now I have to send off eighteen miles 
to get another and by the time I have done I will be on the 
wrong side as far as profit goes. 

Sunday, September 25. 

Goliah came to me in great distress, weeping and saying 
his hoop, which he hung on the fence, was gone. I told him 
some of his very rude companions, whom he occasionally 
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"No, no," he said. Some one had broken it up, and he 
thought it was Patty. I reproved him for supposing Patty 
would do such a thing, but hxter when he had gone out of 
the yard I asked Patty if she had troubled the hoop. She 
said, "No." I answered, "I am very glad to hear it, for 
I would have been very angry if you had destroyed Goliah's 
hoop ; it is an innocent amusement and keeps him out of 
mischief." 

She went out quietly, but I soon found the yard was in 
the greatest excitement. Goliah returned and found some 
other cherished possession gone, and he sat on the back step 
and cried and sobbed. I tried 
to quiet him, but in vain, and 
then to add to the tragic effect 
his nose began to bleed and his 
clean white shirt had great 
splotches of blood. 

There raged a tempest in a 
tea-pot this blessed day of rest. 
I could not stand it, and ordered 
Jim to put Ruth in the buck- 
board and gave the whole yard a holiday. I told Chloe I 
would not have any dinner, so she could go to visit her family. 
I was going out to St. Peter's-in-the-woods to take the clothes 
I had made to the children. 

So I escaped and went to church, and then had a lovely 
drive through the pine woods, and the joy of putting the 
frocks on the children and finding that they fitted nicely, 
only I saw they thought them too short, so I said I would 
take them home and make them longer. 

The wandering mother had returned and I had not the 
heart to look harshly at her ; the poor little ones looked so 
happy — not a change of garment or any other change, just 
the little gray faces, which had looked so lustreless and life- 




Goliah cried and sobbed. 



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less, were full of interest and animation. The poverty of 
the surroundings, the doorless hut with no attempt at furni- 
ture — it was all pitiful. 

It is very rare to see such poverty in this part of the world. 
I have never seen such a case before ; but the man is a semi- 
invalid and work in the field for the woman not easy to get, 
I suppose. 

I did not remember what a long way we have to go when 
going home. I had not started early, for I went to church 
first, and then went to ask a friend to go with me. At any 
rate when we had gone about half of the nine miles home 
the swift, soft darkness fell. It was a perfect evening and 
we were enjoying the delicious cool of the night air when I 
looked ahead in the very narrow road, a deep ditch on each 
side, and saw a steady bright light coming. I knew it was 
the one danger I feared. 

Just then my companion saw it. "Patience," she said, 
"that is an automobile; the doctor's, I know. There is an 
ill man out on this road ; what shall we do ? He cannot 
see us." 

That was perfectly true ; we were completely in the dark- 
ness, and his big light did not cast far enough to give him 
time to stop his car when he saw us, and the road was too 
narrow for two buggies to pass, without great skill in driving. 

I drove steadily on, but I felt dismayed. There was, I 
thought, not far away a bridge of pine saplings across the 
ditch on the right. If we could reach that before we were too 
near we might escape. 

Meantime my companion said, "Let us call aloud, they 
may hear." So she lifted up a splendid strong voice and 
called, and when she ceased, her voice exhausted, I took it 
up ; but on, on came that star of fate ; it had the most curi- 
ous inevitable look. 

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was moving. Finally when A. said: "You must stop, you 
cannot go on," I knew she was right and that I must stop 
without having reached the little bridge which meant safety. 

I stopped. On, on came the glare. Ruth, like myself, 
seemed fascinated by it. We were so powerless, for now we 
could hear the roaring and knew our voices were impotent 
to reach the driver. There was not fifty yards between us, 
and on they came. No, there is a change in the sound. 
They have stopped ! Thank God ! Thank God ! It would 
have been a grizzly, grinding death. 

The driver leaped out and came to us, white as a sheet. 

"Oh," he said, "just in time! Miss A. saw your white 
shirt-waist and said, 'Stop: there is something ahead !'" 

He was just as good as gold, and when I said if he moved 
the auto to one side a little I would undertake to lead Ruth 
by, "No, no," he said, "we must find some other way, the 
road is too narrow." 

I told him of the little bridge and he found it just between 
us and the auto, and he insisted on leading Ruth over it ; 
turned out his lights and glided past quietly, and then led 
the wonderfully well-behaved Ruth back into the road, and 
with hearty handclasps and thanks we proceeded on our 
way. Very thankful hearts beat within us and the mercy 
and goodness of the Great Creator seemed to be shouted to 
us from each brilliant star above. 

September 26. 

Started the flat off to Gregory for the fertilizer, five tons 
half lime and half 8-1-4. The river winds so that by 
water it is twenty-three miles about, while by land it is only 
fourteen. If everything goes well, they should get back 
here by Thursday. R. came down to spend three weeks 
with me, and he is helping me prepare the land for the al- 
falfa. It is so delightful to have him. He finds the nigs 
very trying. Yesterday he spent a good deal of time fixing 



228 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

a harrow, which was too Ught, by wiring on to it securely a 
long iron bar to make it heavy enough to crush the sods. 
Finally he got it just the right weight and started Elihu to 
work with it, and was delighted with the results. To-day 
when he went down to the plantation he found Elihu harrow- 
ing, but without the bar ; he had cut every wire which had 
been securely fastened and taken off the bar. When R. asked 
him why he had done it, he scratched his head and laughed 
and answered : — 

"Jes' so. Mass' Bob." 

September 27. 

The corn is all gathered and has done very well — 814 
bushels of slip-shuck corn on seven acres. Gibbie is very 
proud ; he feels that he and Paul, the single ox, have done 
it all. 

September 28. 

Went to Casa Bianca and walked around the banks. The 
little rice planted looks fairly well. Nat seems to be doing 
his best in face of much opposition and difficulty. On the 
way back stopped at Cherokee and found that Elihu got 
back with the fiat of fertilizer at sunrise this morning, which 
was doing splendidly. It was most fortunate, for this after- 
noon the storm signals are out in Gregory. Mr. L. was 
afraid to leave town with his tug towing a lighter, so it would 
have been impossible to bring an open fiat out. 

October 2. 

The fertilizer has been distributed over the alfalfa field 
and the whole field is in fine order. Now the delay is in the 
nonarrival of the seed. I have sent to the railroad station 
several times, but they answer firmly that it has not come. 
It is very provoking, for all the books say it should be planted 
not later than October 1. 



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October 6. 

R. was obliged to leave to-day, and without helping me 
plant the alfalfa, as it has not yet come. It is too bad, for 
it would have been such a comfort to get it in while he was 
here. I asked him to go to the station very early to-morrow 
— the train leaves at 6 a.m. — and ask permission, very 
politely, to look through the warehouse himself for it ; he 
seemed to think this an unusual and unreasonable request, 
but I know the ways of the freight office in Gregory so well 
that I am sure the alfalfa is there. 

October 7. 

Elihu returned at one o'clock, bringing the sack of 100 
pounds of alfalfa and a note from R. He had asked for it 
and was told it was not there ; then, politely, he asked if 
he might look through the warehouse ; permission was 
granted, and almost the first thing he stumbled upon was 
the bag. When he told the man in charge he had found it 
and pointed it out, he looked at it and said : ''Oh, that's it, 
is it? That's been here two weeks." 

I called Bonaparte at once and used what was left of the 
culture R. had mixed, though I felt uncertain as to whether 
it was still good. It was only enough to moisten a half 
bushel which I had well stirred and then spread out on the 
piazza to dry. Then I proceeded to put together the stuff 
for a second lot of the inoculating liquid. I had had the 
packages quite a while, and felt anxious about it. It was in 
proportion for ten gallons, but I only mixed five, putting in 
half of the package of each instead of the whole. That is 
the worst of being so remote from everything — the difficulty 
of replacing things if anything goes wrong. Whether the tub 
leaked or the culture evaporated, I do not know, but the quan- 
tity R. mixed should have been enough for the 100 pounds, 
but it has vanished or rather "minished," to use a very preg- 
nant negro word, and now I have to use these old ingredients. 



230 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

October 8. 

Put in the second ingredient of the culture, then got 
Bonaparte and two boys with the seed drill, which I had 
asked R. to rent from a neighbor, and proceeded to plant 
the alfalfa seed wet with culture yesterday, as it was quite 
dry. The Imp and Manuel were charmed to run the little 
drill and fought over it, for I would not let either one do more 
than six rows. 

A glorious sunshine, thank the Good Father. I hope I 
will get the cotton picked to-day and a good many peas, too. 

10 P.M. A fine day's work. Took Patty and Goliah 
in to pick peas, and they did well and enjoyed it. I hear 
on one has made any peas this year, but I have made a great 
quantity, which is a great mercy. Patty, Goliah, and I 
picked peas along with the other hands. 

Lizette was there with her little baby, the first time she 
has had it in the field. It is tiny and sits up very straight 
and looks like a little black doll. Her little son Isaiah sits 
and holds the baby all day. I constantly intervened and 
had its little head kept from rolling off, as it seemed likely 
to me to do when it was asleep. 

I told Lizette about the children in the East Side Settlement 
House, each baby so comfortable in its basket, with no danger 
to its little delicate spine. Then as that did not seem to 
attract her I told her of the Indian babies safely bound to a 
straight board and hung in the trees. That desperate 
cruelty, as it seemed to her, roused her to speech, which it is 
difficult to do. With great indignation she told me there 
was no need for her to be so cruel to her baby as she had a 
boy to mind it. The boy may be four, but I do not think 
he is quite that. I am going to make a nice little box, with a 
handle and a little pad in it for a mattress, to carry the baby 
in. 

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God's glorious handiwork of air and sky — everywhere 
masses of goldenrod and banks of feathery white fennel. 

October 10. 

This morning Miss Pandora brought me a present of a 
dozen splendid apples ! I was greatly touched by it — such 
a great present here, where we see no fruit but pears. It was 
Miss Melpomene's birthday and I was busy fixing up a 
little offering for her, a summer duck nicely roasted (for 
Chloe's cooking a duck doubles its value) surrounded by 
tomatoes from my pot plant, which are supposed to be very 
superior in flavor. I sent a note asking Miss Melpomene 
to go with me to Cherokee this afternoon prepared to pick 
peas. 

She seemed startled but accepted with pleasure, and when 
I explained that she was to keep all she picked she was 
charmed, as hers have failed entirely. I drove to the field 
and left her there, having lent her my pea picking apron. 
It is made of light blue denim, quite long and turned up like 
a sewing apron only much larger, for it can hold nearly a 
bushel of peas. 

I drove to the barn-yard to leave the horse and buckboard 
and return to help her pick, but I found ten hands waiting 
with huge bundles of peas. Bonaparte said with great im- 
patience, ''Dem do' want no money, dem want peas," so I 
said at once, "I don't blame them, let them have the peas." 

But I had to stop and make the necessary calculations for 
each to get one-third of what she had picked. It was quite 
a business, for in all they had picked 1197 pounds of peas, 
some picking 150 pounds, others only fifty. They are sell- 
ing for 10 cents a quart now, so naturally the pickers prefer 
taking a portion of the peas to money. 

It was nearly dark when I got through and went back to 
Miss Melpomene, who thought something must have hap- 



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pened and seemed to think she had picked quite too many 
peas and was eager to make me take some. It was an orig- 
inal birthday party, but we both enjoyed it greatly, and the 
drive home was delightful, and we were very gay. 

October 11. 
Had Eva to sow by hand the little of the inoculated seed 

left yesterday. Assisted by Bonaparte I mixed the rest of 

the seed — one and three-quarter 
bushels — with the liquid culture 
and then spread the wet seed out 
in the piazza to dry. The stuff 
smelled very yeasty and queer. 
I do hope it is all right. As I 
had much more liquid than I 
needed, I mixed it with earth so 
that I may use it in future. 

Yesterday, with a storm com- 
ing up, I Avas unable to get any 
one to haul in my beautiful pea- 
vine hay. A month ago Gibbie 
had asked permission to be ab- 
sent to-day and I promised him 
he should go. I sent word to 
Elihu and George to come and 

handle the hay, but there was a funeral, and not a single man 

could I get. 

October 12. 

Drove down early to Cherokee, and finding the seed dry 
drove rapidly to Mr. L.'s place to get the drill, but instead 
of using it yesterday they were sowing rape to-day, so there 
was nothing to do l)ut return quickly, send for all the women 
I could get, and sow it out by hand. The sowing was easy 
enough, though slow, for the women are accustomed to sow 




Had Eva to sow by hand a 
little of the inoculated seed. 



A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 233 

rice by hand, but the covering was the difficulty. I had 
eight hands all the time and then when the hands who were 
picking peas knocked off I called them in to help. The moon 
was high in the eastern sky when the last row was sowed, 
and then we had to stop, though about one and a half acres 
were not covered. It had been a great rush, and the hands 
all worked well and I paid them extra, for though they had 
not started till late, as I had counted on getting the drill, 
they had worked steadily. I was completely exhausted 
when I got home. 

October 13. 

When I got to the plantation this morning I found Bona- 
parte had five hands covering the one and a half acres left 
uncovered last night, and they took the whole day, and it 
was abominably done. He was in a very bad humor and 
would not follow my directions, and give each hand ten rows 
for him individually to do, so that one could see who was 
doing good work and who not ; but insisted on laying off 
with stakes a section for each one, saying the rows were 
too long, and he must keep them together and watch them. 
"Dem's too striffling for tek dem long row. I 'bleege to 
keep dem close togeder, so I kin watch dem. Dem's striffling 
no 'count, good f'r nutting," etc., ad lib. I simply had to 
leave the field or have a tremendous flare up, so while I 
could control myself I left ; but it was very trying, for this 
is the richest part of the field, and he had got the hands in 
such a bad humor that they were positively digging the seed 
out of the ground instead of covering it. For a few seconds 
I was on the point of ordering him out of the field, but that 
meant destroying his prestige and authority for all time, and 
he has all the barn keys, and I believe is faithful to the trust ; 
he is just mulishly cantankerous sometimes. 

I found Gibbie diligently running the mowing machine 
cutting down the second pea-field, while the hay which was 



234 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

cut down Monday and Tuesday and had two solid nights 
rain on the piles was dry on top and steaming wet underneath. 
I stopped the mowing and led Gibbie from cock to cock and 
made him toss and turn the pea-vine hay while I sent George 
to do the same to the broom-grass hay. No one seems to 
have any sense. I told them to keep turning it as it dried 
and then to begin hauling into the barn and to try to finish 
getting it in to-morrow. I shall not be able to come down 
to-morrow, as I have to send for and entertain our rector. 

Sunday, October 15. 

The blessed day of rest is most welcome. It being the 
third Sunday in the month, we had our rector. His sermon, 
an excellent one, on the text "For every idle word," etc., 
struck the little congregation with dismay. As I came out 
of church some one said to me : "Do you think Mr. C. has 
been hearing anything about us that made him preach that 
sermon?" "No, no," I answered, "I think not, but I feel 
that it was specially inspired for my benefit." "No, indeed, 
Mrs. Pennington," another put in, "not for you, but for 
me." And so there was a group of self-convicted sinners, 
whose sins of the tongue had been brought home to them. 
As the rector went into my sitting room he laid the fiery 
roll on the table, and when he left the room I took it up to 
get the chapter and verse of the text, so as to look it up, and 
on the cover I saw written "First preached, August, 1888." 

That afternoon a lady came to see me with a solemn, 
pained aspect, and after the usual inevitable complimentary 
prelude cleared her throat and began. "It is with much 
sorrow, Mrs. Pennington, that I state from indisputable 
authority that during his last monthly visitation our revered 
rector heard from a lady, who shall be nameless, things 
concerning some of our most respected families which in- 
duced him to give us the extraordinarily clever and appro- 



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priate discourse to which we listened this morning." It 
was very hard for me to wait politely for the end of this 
well turned sentence, and as soon as I decently could I an- 
swered with delight : "I am very glad to be able to tell you, 
my dear Miss Arethusa, that you are entirely mistaken. 
That sermon was written and preached first in 1888 ! It 
only shows that human nature is much the same at all times 
and in all places, for you are not the only one who thought 
its application personal." 

The hymn singing to-night was specially hearty and Mr. C. 
seemed greatly to enjoy listening, which is rare, the measure 
of enjoyment being generally in proportion to the vigor of 

one's individual efforts. 

October 1(3. 

Yesterday I had planned to go over with Mr. C. This 

morning he asked me to go and promised to drive me down 

to see Mrs. S., who is 86, and I have been suddenly seized 

with a great desire to visit her. I have never seen her since 

my father took me as a child to visit her. She has lived alone 

on her plantation for many years, as I do, and though it is 

only about twenty miles away the getting there, crossing 

two rivers and then a long drive, is intricate. Last night it 

seemed easy to cross the rivers with Mr. C, spend the 

night with Mrs. C. and himself at the All Saints' rectory and 

go on the next morning, returning here Wednesday evening, 

but this morning I am discouraged and cannot go. I found 

Mr. C. unprovided with the medicines we think necessary 

to have on hand in the country, as he is a new-comer, so I 

put up phials of quinine, calomel, and soda and it took some 

time. 

Sunday, October 20. 

No service in the little church to-day. Sent to ask A. if 
she would dine with me and drive out in the woods with me 
afterward. I called Chloe and Patty and Goliah in and read 



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the morning prayer and the beautiful hymns for the twenty- 
first Sunday after Trinity. I played and had them sing the 
chants and we had a pleasant little service. I always like 
to have a scriptural quorum. 

I hope the Good Father did not mind my sewing a little 
on Mary Frances' frock after I had read the prayers. I was 
careful to do it in private for fear of offending a weaker 
brother. 

We started out in the buckboard at three, taking the three 
little frocks for the children and a nice dark calico shirt-waist 
suit for the poor mother. The drive was charming. Stopped 
to see Louise M., who is so faithful in trying to carry on the 
Sunday-school. Her little log cottage was as clean as pos- 
sible and she showed 
with great pride their 
potatoes just dug ; she 
and her husband in- 
sisted on giving us 
some ; they were very 
large, some of them 
weighing two pounds. 
Went on to the 
Lewis's ; found them 
very cheerful and just 
eating their midday 
meal. I went into the hut and so saw what it was, a very 
large spider full of hominy. That seemed the only thing, 
but they were perfectly content, their hunger being appeased 
by the abundance and heat of the meal, for it was steaming, 
not cooled unnecessarily as our food is by being transferred 
from one receptacle to another. The spider had the place 
of honor in the middle of the table. Each one was helped to 
a pan of hominy from it, and then retired out of doors to eat it. 
They were all delighted Avith their frocks. I had col- 




Her little log cottage was as clean 
as possible. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 237 

lected some few men's garments for the gaberlunzie who 
owns the flock. But when I produced the cahco frock for 
the wife she just overflowed with joy hke a child. After 
many expressions of delight and satisfaction she retired 
to a corner to put it on, saying : — 

"I'm sure, Miss Patience, no one could say I'm not 
a-needin' it, fo' I ain't had a chanct to wash this frock I got 
on till there comes a red-hot day, fo' I didn't have a thing to 
put on w'ile I'm a-washin' it." 

When she appeared in it she swelled with pride and said : — 

"The pusson that made this frock must 'a' measured me 
w'en I was a-sleepin'. No dressmaker could 'a' fit me so 
well." 

I found that this poor soul had been for a week nursing a 
neighbor night and day, only leaving her long enough to 
walk the mile home and get her meals. 

Mrs. Sullivan is very old as well as very ill and very poor, 
so that all the lifting and cooking and work of every kind 
Mrs. Lewis has done. When I said, "But you ought to get 
your meals there," she answered : — 

"There isn't enough. Miss Patience, in the house but jus' 
for her, an' I'm thankful that we've got plenty o' grits to 
eat now; nobody need be hungry here." 

It certainly is a lesson in more ways than one to go among 
those whose lives are so elementary. This woman, who has 
been accused of failing in her highest duties, who knows the 
daily presence of want, who has never had enough of any- 
thing but air and sunshine and the breath of life, spends day 
and night and all her strength in nursing a woman for the 
moment poorer than herself, in that she is old and helpless, 
and there is no feeling that she is doing anything unusual. 

She put some of the dry hominy in a bucket and saying, 
"Now I mus' be goin' ; Miss Sullivan begged me pitiful not 
to stay long," she took the bucket and started off at a brisk 



238 A WOMAN II ICE PLANTER 

walk, but I asked her to sit on the back of the buckboard as 
I had to pass the house. This dehghted her and we had 
much talk. 

I asked if Mrs. Sullivan had no children who could help 
with the nursing. She said she had two. 

" Yes, mum, she has a daughter, but she's mighty feeble an' 
she lives three miles away, an' it jes seems as if she couldn't 
get to cum to her mar ; an' when she does git there, well, 
she's that tuckered out an' that sorry fur her mar, that she 
jes sets in to cry. Then Miss Sullivan's son lives with her, 
but he seems as if his mind was a-goin' ; he kyan't do nothing." 

"Doesn't he work?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes, mum, he goes out an' works turpentine — that's 
all they've got to live on — but he don't think to cut a stick 
of wood, or bring a drop of water 'less'n you tell him to do 
it. His mar's too sick to tell him, an' he'll jes sit there an' 
see the fire go out an' never think. But soon as I tell him to 
cut a piece o' wood he'll do it right off. He's a big strong 
man an' they say a powerful fellow to work, but he don't 
seem to have no head to think." 

I was sorry it was too late for me to go in and see the old 
woman and her son and find out what was wrong with the 
latter. I remember John very well. When I taught him 
in Sunday-school he was a very mischievous boy, but not 
stui:)id at all. I cannot think what has come to him. 

The drive home was delightful. No automobile disputed 

the road with us this time. 

Peaceville, October 27. 

Had a message to-day from the man who rents the farm 
that he was ready to deliver his rent in kind. It was a little 
misty, but I had said I would be there, so rode out on horse- 
back while Gibbie drove the ox wagon with the big rack to 
receive the corn and fodder. It is "much ado about nothing," 
but I was solemn and put down the little numbers in my book 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 239 

as Mr. C. measured, though I did not dismount. The corn, 
fodder, and peas could all be carried in the wagon at one time, 
so one knows it is not a fortune. We have about 1800 acres 
of wild land, and in the middle of the tract is a little cabin 
where my father's stock-minder used to live, and every 
summer as we moved from the plantation, all the cattle 
were driven out into the pineland to spend the summer, and 
fatten on the rich grass of the savannahs — perhaps that is 
why we never heard of Texas fever among the cattle in those 
days. Certainly the imported stock which my father always 
kept throve and flourished, and they returned in November 
fat and hearty. Now it is impossible to do this for fear of 
their being stolen, and the summer on the plantation is hard 
on them. 

The ride was delightful, the mist so soft and caressing. 
This has been a perfect autumn season, and I feel like cling- 
ing to the skirts of each day of crisp, cool temperature and 
glowing, gorgeous color. I want to keep winter off as long 

as possible. 

November 6. 

As I sat on the piazza to-day about noon a runner came to 
the step, an unknown negro. He looked exhausted, and I 
said : "You seem tired ; sit on the step." 

"Yes, Miss," he said. "Dem sen' me fu' bring yu' dis 
talifone messige, en dem say, 'Hurry.' " 

He handed me a note, which I opened hastily. It was from 
the rector of All Saints, Waccamaw, saying: "Mrs. S. of 
Rose Hill is dead, and will be buried at The Oaks at 3 o'clock 
to-day." 

At once I sent a message to Bonaparte to have the red 
boat and Elihu ready to take me over to Waccamaw and I 
followed as soon as I could have the buckboard got. I felt 
such a pang that I had allowed myself to be discouraged, and 
not gone over to see Mrs. S. when the impulse seized me to do 



240 A ]VOMAN RICE PLANTER 

SO two weeks ago, and now her remarkable personality was 
gone. 

When I got to the plantation I found that Elihu, with all 
the other men on the place, was cutting rice in No. 8, the field 
they had rented from me, which is some distance away, and 
it was late before I could get Elihu. When he finally ap- 
peared he seemed much indisposed for any exertion ; said he 
was worn out ; could not possibly row to Waccamaw, so I 
concluded I would have to give up going, and I said with a 
sigh : "I am sorry I cannot go. Mrs. S. was papa's cousin. 
I have never seen her since he took me to visit her when I 
was a child, and I would have liked to attend her funeral, 
to do the last honors to her." 

I was just thinking aloud as I often do. The change was 
instantaneous, as though I had used a magic word. Elihu 
exclaimed, "Ole Mausa cousin fun'ral ! Miss, yu's got to 
go, en I's got to tek yu; I kyan't trus' no one else for tek yu 
wanderin' trou' dem crick ; I bleege to tek yu," and Bonaparte 
echoed like a dignified Greek chorus, "Ole Mausa cousin 
fun'ral. Yu got to go," repeated several times, as though 
life, death, eternity, nothing could count under such cir- 
cumstances. 

The red boat was rapidly got out. It was leaking badly, 
and they made a little platform of boards where I was to 
sit, to keep my feet dry. As I finally got settled in the boat 
I asked Bonaparte the time and found it was 3, the hour I 
should have been at The Oaks. However, being in the boat, 
having overcome so many obstacles, I determined not to be 
daunted by the lateness of the hour — also the clouds had 
gathered heavily and a sprinkle of rain was falling. I bor- 
rowed Bonaparte's competent looking silver watch, for no 
watch that I have ever owned could stand my strenuous life 
for more than three months, so that I have to do without 
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I asked Elihu when we would be back, as we glided through 
the first canal. He answered: "Not till long after dark." 
I remonstrated, "Why it surely is not further than Waverly," 
but he answered, "'E mos' twice es far." I felt a little dis- 
mayed, but we kept on through endless windings past 
Cherokee Canal, then Long Creek, then the Thoroughfare, 
and at last into the broad, beautiful Waccamaw. When we 
reached The Oaks, the competent watch pointed to five. 

It was a deserted tropical looking landing, with no living 
thing in sight, only the ruins of some houses. I got out and 
followed the road until I saw across a field at some distance 
several vehicles. I walked toward them and found the pro- 
cession had just arrived and were carrying the coffin into the 
graveyard, a private one, with high brick walls and many 
monuments of past generations. Among these is one to 
Gov. Joseph Alston (Mrs. S.'s uncle), the husband of the 
beautiful and ill-fated Theodosia Burr ; also their son, Aaron 
Burr Alston, whose death almost broke the mother's heart. 

The sacred spot looked very solemn with its heavy live 
oak shadows in the darkening afternoon. 

Mrs. S. was 86, I believe, and a saint upon earth. 
Since the death of her twin sister some years ago she had 
lived alone on her plantation, doing all the good and kindness 
possible to the people around her, who had formerly belonged 
to her. For the past two years one of her nieces had been 
with her always and was with her on the plantation when 
she passed peacefully away. There were forty or fifty of 
her people who had followed her to the grave and stood 
near showing every sign of grief. 

The beautiful service of our Church was read, and we sang 
"Rock of Ages," in which the negroes joined with great 
fervor, weeping softly and swaying in rhythm to the music. 
I had only a few minutes to see the family, as they had a 
long drive I knew, and I a long row as well as drive. They 



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kindly insisted on my being driven down to the boat, and I 
started home. 

After that sudden gleam of sunshine the mist had settled 
down again over everything. How Elihu found his way 
through all those creeks was a marvel. I hoped when the 
moon appeared it would be clear ; but it was covered with 
white clouds, which made a soft whiteness which was most 
confusing, and it looked to me always as though we were in 
an oval lake, from which there was no egress. It was most 
beautiful and mysterious, and I greatly enjoyed it. When 
I got home at 9 o'clock I was very tired and stiff from the four 
hours in the boat, for I had forgotten to take a cushion, but 
I was very glad I had gone. 

Am going away from home for two weeks and always feel 
nervous and anxious as to how things will go on during 
my absence. I hate to leave Chloe so sick and suffering, 
for she misses me greatly and has only Dab to depend on in 
the yard. Besides, my neighbor has lost three fine horses 
in the last three days with blind staggers, and I feel as if I 
may find all mine dead when I get back. , 



CHAPTER VIII 

Peaceville, November 3. 

I DROVE up from Gregory alone yesterday, reaching the 
village just at dusk. I thought with delight of the 
peace and quiet of the pineland settlement after the dis- 
tress and indignation which I had felt since I left it. 

Dab ran to open the gate, and Chloe had a nice supper 
ready for me, but I felt something in the air that made me 
lose the restful feeling, and as soon as I had finished my dainty 
little meal and Dab had cleared away things Chloe came 
in arrayed in the spotless white apron and kerchief which I 
dread, for they mean something serious. 

After a few trivial efforts on my part to keep on the surface, 
for I was so tired and did so wish to float a little while, Chloe 
cleared her throat and began : — 

"Miss Pashuns, ma'am, I cry studdy frum Tuesday night 
till now." 

"My dear Chloe," I exclaimed, really alarmed, "how dis- 
tressing ! Have you lost some of your family ? Not your 
grandson, I trust!" 

"No, ma'am, I wouldn't a-cried es much fu' dat ! No, 
Miss Pashuns, dis is wuss ! I cry en I cry en I cry." 

"For Heaven's sake, tell me, Chloe, what has happened!" 

"Miss Pashuns, I know it would dustress you so dat I 
wouldn't tell you till you dun eat yo' suppa, 'case I say maybe 
yu might faint 'way w'en yu hear." 

"Oh, Chloe," I cried, "I will faint away now if you don't 
get on and tell me what has happened." 

"Miss Pashuns, Dab shot Mr. 'Apa's dog !" 

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" Impossible, Chloe ! When ? " 

Then followed a long narrative which I did not altogether 
understand, but she said: "Didn't bin fu my gone to see 
Mr. 'Apa an' cry an' baig um to wait till yu cum back Dab 
wud 'a' bin on de chain gang by now, fu Mr. 'Apa bin dun 
indict um, but I baig um for hab de case put off till yu cum 
back. Happen so I hear 'bout um een time." 

I called for the lantern and went off at once to Mr. H. 
Chloe begged me not to go out alone into the night and said 
she thought Mr. H. and all the family would be in bed, but 
I felt I must know the worst before I went to bed. 

When I knocked the door opened on a pretty picture of 
home, a beautiful young mother leaning over a six weeks' 
baby in a big rocking-chair used as a cradle and four boys 
sitting around the fire. I begged Mr. H. to speak with me 
a few minutes in the piazza, as I thought it best not to dis- 
cuss the matter before all those boys, though it was certainly 
much more comfortable inside than out, for it was sharply 
cool. As soon as the door closed I exclaimed : — 

"Mr. H., I am too distressed to hear that Dab has shot 
your dog ! I cannot tell you how sorry I am ! Is it dead ?" 

"No, Miss Pennington, he never shot the dog at all, and 
I don't think he meant to shoot him either. This is the way 
it happened : — 

"I had been out on a deer hunt and was coming in a little 
after dark, my hound dog running ahead of me. I heard him 
bark at something when I got near my house, but it was too 
dark for me to see what it was till I heard the report of a 
pistol and saw the flash and the ball dropped near by me. 

"When I got near enough to see it was Dab; he said the 
dog jumped at him and tore his pants and he shot to scare 
the dog, but he said he didn't shoot at him and I don't 
believe he did, but I indicted him because it was a very 
wrong thing for him to shoot right in the road that way; 



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he might have shot some one ; indeed he came mighty near 
hitting me, and he had no business shooting a pistol anyway ; 
it's against the law. 

"So I indicted him, but I told the Magistrate not to pro- 
ceed till you got home." 

I thanked him very much for his consideration and after 
making a little visit to the cosey party inside I went home. 
I asked him what I had better do, as I had not the faintest 
idea, never having had anything to do in law-courts. 

He advised me to go and see the Magistrate and said 
that if any compromise could be made he would not push 
the case. He knew the punishment was a fine of $50 or 
thirty days on the chain gang. 

I was quite overcome by his kindness and magnanimity 
in the matter and tried to say so, but by this time I was so 
exhausted that I fear I was not eloquent, to say the least. 

This morning I interviewed Dab on the subject, speaking 
with all the force and wisdom I could. I cannot go to 
Judge H. until after to-morrow, for he will be busy with the 
election and have to go to Gregory, I believe — so I went 
to the plantation. 

The quantity of peas gathered is most encouraging. I 
am quite delighted. I did not hope for half so many, and 
now the vines are being cut for hay with still a great many 
pods on them. It has not been cold enough yet to blast them. 

The colts are growing finely and came running up as soon 

as they saw me. All the creatures, horses, cows, pigs, and 

sheep, are well, and I derived my usual refreshment and 

brightening by a few hours spent in God's good fresh air 

with the dumb things and the faithful trees, and came home 

quite cheerful and serene. 

Peaceville, November 4. 

I had a sleepless, miserable night ; the thought of Dab's 
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and I saw no possibility of raising $50. It was a great com- 
fort to me that Mr. H. did not believe there was any malice 
or premeditation in the act, but I knew very well there were 
others who would think differently. I have no idea what the 
mental attitude of the magistrate will be. 

I talked with Dab a long time and told him that while 
I would protect him always from injustice I would never 
support him in defying the law in any way. I recalled to 
his mind what a long fight I had made with him about a 
pistol, how when he was a little fellow and somehow got hold 
of a pistol which looked as though it might be the Adam of 
all firearms, I had a procession formed, he leading, Rab 
following, and I bringing up the rear, down to the creek, 
and there I made him give me the weapon and I threw it as 
far as I could out into the water. 

It is very hard to know whether Dab is impressed or not. 
I told him how miserable it would make me to see him go to 
the chain gang after all the trouble I had taken with him, 
hoping to see him grow up a respectable, honest man. 
I could not keep the tears from coming now and then, but 
Dab's black face was sphinx-like in its immobility. I told 
him I had not S50 to pay, and that all I could do would be to 
go to the magistrate and plead the fact that it was his first 
offence, and that he did not really understand what a serious 
matter it was to fire a pistol on the public highway. 

November 5. 

Drove up this morning to see Mr. H. about Dab's case. 
He lives at one of the old plantation homes, which has 
passed into new hands. I have never seen it since, and was 
quite moved in going there. It is a long, rambling house, a 
stone's throw from the Pee Dee River, surrounded by live 
oaks. 

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out of ear-shot. Mr. H. was holding court, so I could not 
see him at once, but his wife asked me in to the spick and span 
clean house and showed me her beautiful begonias, of which 
she asked me to accept cuttings, which I was pleased to do. 
When Mr. H. arrived I made my plea for Dab, and Mr. H. 
relieved my mind by saying as it was a first offence and Mr. 
A. was willing not to push it, he would try to arrange it "as 
light as possible." 

He would send the Sheriff in a day or two for Dab, telling 
him to take the handcuffs along but not to use them unless 
Dab resisted arrest; but that if he came quietly, gave up 
the pistol and answered all questions frankly, he thought it 
could be arranged. He then set going a phonograph and 
treated me to "Rock of Ages" as sung by Trinity church 
choir, New York. tempora, o mores! 

I returned home, the horizon of my experience enlarged 
in an unexpected direction, wondering over the kindness of 
people generally, but very weary and worn with anxiety. 

November 6. 

The Sheriff came for Dab this morning while he was curry- 
ing Ruth. Dab got his pistol from an old stump in the 
woods where he kept it hid, and gave it up and went quietly 
along. I do hope he will behave properly ; he is always so 
respectful to me, but Chloe tells me he is not so to every one. 
If only the green-eyed monster could be eliminated, life would 
be easier. 

10 P.M. I was so restless this morning that I had to write 
a few lines. Then I went to the plantation and about 
3 o'clock I started back and met Dab on the road, return- 
ing, looking somehow solemn and made over. I was over- 
joyed to see him and tried to extract from him some account 
of his experience, but in vain. 

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I met Dab on the road." 



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read the law at length to him and impressed upon him that 
as it was his first offence and I had guaranteed that it would 
never occur again he would only have to pay costs, but that 
if ever again he carried a concealed weapon and shot it within 
fifty feet of a public highway it would go hard with him. 
I feel too thankful and relieved for anything. 

November 8. 

Sunday. A very beautiful day, and I am always influenced 
by that, so I begin to feel rested and more cheerful. We 
had a very pleasant service in the little 
chapel, and though both the alto and my- 
self were hoarse the hymns were com- 
forting. 

My little Sunday-school chil- 
dren came in the afternoon and 
were very sweet. The lesson 
may not do them much good, 
but it does me a great deal. 

Cherokee, November 11. 
Got down to the plantation 
early, expecting to send Gibbie 
out with the ox wagon to move 
the heavy things. Found he 
had sent a message to say he 
was sick — a sad state of things, 
hands digging potatoes and no one to plough down the beds. 
I went to see Gibbie to see if he were really sick or only rest- 
ing after his month's night hunting. 

I found him ill. I fear pneumonia. He is not strong 
enough for all that exposure at night. I refrained from say- 
ing "I told you so," but spoke very sympathizingly to him. 
His poor breath was so short ; almost a pant. 




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I prescribed for him until wc could get a doctor and had 
his wife lay a square of bacon skin sprinkled with turpentine 
over the side where the pain was. Then I sent for Green 
and told him he must take charge of the stable and cows 
until his brother should be out again, that I would let it go 
on his debt. He was very civil and said he would do his 
best, which was a great comfort. It has been a perfect day 
— bright, crisp, cool — and now that the effort is over it is 
delightful to be back in the large, pretty rooms of the Chero- 
kee house, with everything pleasing to the eye within and 
without, and I feel very grateful to the Good Father. This 
is my mother's birthday and I would have liked to lay some 
flowers on her resting-place, but it was not possible, so I will 

go to-morrow. 

Sunday, November 12. 

Started very early and drove to Gregory with a great 
basket of beautiful roses. Was in time to attend service 
in the old church of Prince George — then I drove in to 
Woodstock and dined with my brother and was beguiled 
by the beautiful afternoon to stay rather late for my long 
drive alone. 

The key to my front gate at Cherokee had been misplaced, 
and so I had to drive through the barn-yard way, which made 
it necessary to open four gates. It was quite dark by the 
time I reached the house and I was surprised to find it shut 
up and without a light. I tied Romola and went all around 
to try each door, but in vain ; there was no one, and I con- 
cluded that Chloe had supposed I would spend the night at 
Woodstock and had gone in the woods to visit her sister. 

Romola was weary and reluctant to start out again, but 
I determined the only thing to do was to go out to Bona- 
parte's house in the ''street" and get him to come and break 
open a window for me to get in. I found it very hard to 
open all the gates again, but I got to the street safely and 



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there I found Chloe. She said she had gone after Rab, who 
had stayed out late playing with the children, and she was 
afraid to stay alone at the yard, having just heard of little 
old Grace's death, my former cook, whom I was expecting 
to come back. 

November 14. 

Great excitement over the illness of my little grade Guern- 
sey heifer Winnie. I had three people working on her from 
11 till 4. To-night she seemed better. 

Gertie is going to be married, so I have taken a new girl, 
to be here a week before Gertie leaves and learn something 
from her. When I asked Gertie what she wanted me to give 
her as a wedding present, she answered, after much bridling 
and what would have been blushing if her onyx hue had per- 
mitted, "Ef you could, ma'am, I'd like the 'sperience dress." 

"And what do you wish for that dress?" 

"Pearl gray cashmere, please, ma'am." 

"That sounds very pretty and bridelike, Gertie, but I'm 
afraid it will be expensive." 

"Yes, ma'am, 'e cos' 20 cent a ya'd to Gregory." 

Much relieved to hear the price, I promised readily to 
get it. I have already provided all the materials and had 
the cake baked for her. 

November 15. 

Was particularly busy this morning when old Katie arrived. 
She comes about once in two weeks to ask for whatever she 
needs, and has done so for years, and I clothe and feed her 
in this way, giving her just what she asks for. Wonderful 
to say, this time she brought me a present of four eggs and 
I was quite touched. I gave her four quarts of rice, some 
grist, a small piece of bacon, and some milk, and after the 
politeness of the moment I returned to my work. Had 
not been fifteen minutes when old Louisa came with a little 
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letter from her daughter which she wanted me to answer 
for her. This took a long time. I addressed and stamped 
an envelope which I enclosed, so that Louisa will certainly 
get an answer. 

Just returning to the putting down of the carpet, which I 
have to superintend most carefully in every detail, when a 
man came to ask to rent the estate farm on the sea-shore, 
so that I only got two carpets down, and finished those 
very late. 

My good Chloe is in very bad humor, and things are 
difficult. She is furious at my having taken Gibbie to milk 
and cut wood and be about the yard, though she acknowl- 
edges that he does his work well, but he does not come of a 
family from which house servants used to be taken, and all 
the negroes resent his elevation to employment around the 
house, though he does not enter it except to bring, in wood, 

which he does faithfully. 

December 1. 

Have been worrying a great deal lately about the taxes ; 
they are nearly $200 and I do not know where the money is 
to come from. Mr. S., who has for several years visited this 
section buying rice, has written to me several times asking if 
I had any rough rice to sell. I did not answer from sheer 
lachesse. I hated to say that I had none. The little I 
have made this year I must keep for seed. To-day I drove 
to Gregory and met Mr. S. in the street, and he stopped me 
and asked if I had never received his letter. I answered 
just the truth, that I had no rice at all this year except 
seed rice, and only a little old rice left over, on which I had 
been feeding my stock, and I knew he did not want that, but 
he asked me to send him a sample of that at once, which I 
gladly promised to do. 

I bought the pearl gray cashmere for Gertie's '"sperience" 
dress, a lovely looking soft stuff, truly only 20 cents a yard ; 



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cotton, I suppose, but very pretty. Gertie was enchanted 
and said it was exactly right. Fashion is as exacting with 
them as with the highest social layer, and not to comply 
with what is just the last touch of elegance for a bride would 
be terrible to Gertie. 

When I offered to give her the wedding dress she said it 
must be fine white lawn, and she would rather get it herself, 
as she knew where to get the finest, that means about 15 
cents a yard, and she will have it made up in the latest 
fashion for 75 cents or $1 at the utmost. 

December 7. 

Took the long drive to Gregory again to receive and bring 
up a mare that has been sent me to keep for the winter. 
Having no one whom I can trust to go to Gregory without 
visiting the great moral institution, the Dispensary, I have 
to go myself and take Cable with me to lead the horse back. 
I have never taken him anywhere with me before, but he is a 
quiet, civil spoken negro, and comes of good family, and is 
not deaf like Gibbie, so I hired him to-day. 

Met Mr. S. and he said he had written to offer $1 for one 
sample of rice and $1.05 for the other. I told him the letter 
had not reached me, but I would accept his offer. I tried 
not to let him see how surprised and delighted I Avas. After 
this I positively tread on air, for behold the tax problem 
solved, as I have nearly four hundred bushels. 

To make my heart still lighter, Jim came to ask if he might 
speak to me, and he is anxious to come back. I think I dis- 
couraged him, unless his wife is willing to move into the 
country with him. He represents that he is getting very 
high wages, which he also represents that he certainly earns, 
for to use his own expression he "delivers a cow a day on his 
bicycle!" This marvellous statement means that he is 
working with a market, and delivers the supplies on a bicycle 
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He says his health Ls wretched and he pines to come back 
to the country and to Ruth and Dandy and the other horses. 
I told him I could not possibly pay the wages he was getting, 
but he said he could save more with less wages in the country, 
which of course is true. 

Altogether the day was a pleasant one in spite of fatigue 
and anxiety as to Nana's successful leading home. I pro- 
posed to Cable to ride her, but he seems very timid about 
horses, and though all battered and bruised from rough 
usage on the railroad she was full of spirit and anxious to 
have her own way. 

I was afraid we might have trouble at the ferry, for Nana 
is a mountain horse and had never seen a ferry, accustomed 
to a bridge or a ford, and it would be decidedly awkward if 
she took a notion to ford the Black River, as it is (more or 
less) sixty feet deep at the ferry. I had behind the buckboard 
a bale of fruit trees from Berckman's done up in rye-straw, 
with the heads of rye left on. This Nana was so eager to 
get a good bite of, that she followed into the ferry without 
noticing where she was going, but when she found the flat 
in motion, she seemed frightened. I told Cable to let her 
eat all the rye she wanted and even the precious fruit trees, 
rather than have her begin to fight, and all went well. She 
stood quietly eating while we crossed. 

December 8. 

Not having yet succeeded in getting any one to patch the 
boiler to the threshing mill, I determined to go myself to 
Waverly and try to get some one. I sent Bonaparte to measure 
the cracks that I might take the measurements over with me, 
and told Gibbie to get the red boat ready for me. Gibbie, 
who is very deaf, did not hear "red" and I found him tugging 
at my white boat, which is up under the piazza, waiting to be 
caulked and painted. Fortunately I passed by and saw him, 
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succeeded in making him understand that he was to bring 
the red boat from the barn-yard to the house-landing for me. 

I went in and turned the eggs in the incubator, filled and 
trimmed the lamp, donned my boating outfit, and went to 
the landing. A long wait and then Gibbie appeared, look- 
ing hopeless. "Miss, I kyan' fin' Bony no ways, en 'e got 
de oah en de oahlock shet up een de bahn." 

I expressed great impatience at this. Bonaparte should 
not lock up my oars. I always have kept them at the house, 
but poor Bonaparte knows his own race so well that he has 
an infinite distrust of them and locks up everything until it 
has become a mania. 

Having suggested every possible place to find Bonaparte, 
at last I said: "Have you looked in the boiler?" 

"No, ma'am," with a wondering look. 

"Well, look in there at once." 

He soon returned at a run to say that "Uncle Tinny and 
Uncle Bony were both in the b'iler" and wanted a lantern. 
This was sent, and after a prolonged pause they both appeared 
with the measurements of the cracks. 

I patiently tried to understand Tinny 's explanation as to 
where the holes were, but in vain. At last I said : "Anthony, 
you just get in the boat and go over to Waverly with me and 
you can explain to Captain Frank where the damage is, so that 
he will know what materials to send when he sends a man." 

"But, Miss, I ain't fix fo' go. Ef yo' been tell me yo' 
wan' me fo' go to Wav'ly wid yo', I'd a dress maself, but I 
ain' fix ; look a' me." 

I looked, and truly the little gnome was an object — an 
old, tattered derby hat, with the mellow green tint of age, 
a very dirty new bright green and white plaid shirt, which 
only emphasized the extraordinary patchwork nether gar- 
ments and coat, from the pocket of which conspicuously 
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With a grave face I assured the old man that he was quite 
decent and must go, and that as he was a fine paddler he could 
paddle while Gibbie rowed and we would go like a steam tug. 
This reconciled him to going in his working trim, and we 
started — I sitting in the bow with Tag, my nondescript 
terrier, Gibbie in the middle with oars, and the gnome at the 
stern paddling. 

All this delay had consumed hours and the sky had dark- 
ened and it felt like rain. Chloe came to the wharf to beg 
me to wait, but I had wasted so much time and patience that 
I could not put it off. 

I soon found it was a special mercy that I had caught old 
Tinny and made him come, for Gibbie proved a poor oars- 
man and the wind was against us and very high, so though 
we had the tide our progress was not rapid, and I was glad 
to have the old man, who knows all about boats. With the 
head wind Tag and I, high in the bow, were a great disad- 
vantage. I longed for Elihu, for I would have felt safer 
with him. 

To make things worse, when we got into the broad Wac- 
camaw where the whitecaps were dancing, a steamer passed 
up the river, making such big waves that Tinny wanted to 
turn back without crossing, but I was not willing, as we were 
more than halfway to the mills, and to my surprise Gibbie 
supported me and we went on. Fortunately I had taken 
what the negroes call an " 'iler," a heavy rubber coat, to put 
over my knees. I had amused myself with pencil and pad, 
writing until the pad got too wet, for the water dashed in 
constantly. Poor Tag, straight up on his hind legs in the 
bow, looked out with dreary eyes, for at the best of times he 
hates water, and no doubt he said to himself that if he were 
a human he would have more sense than to leave a bright fire 
and comfortably carpeted room to be dashed and splashed 
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However, we reached the mill safely, and if only I had been 
successful in my errand, I would not mind, but Captain L. 
said he could not possibly spare any workman to send. This 
was a great blow, for I had written to him in June about it 
and he promised to send some one to repair the boiler, even 
naming a day when he would come. I do not know what to 
do now, for he knows all about such work and could tell me 
exactly what it was best to do, and I have such confidence in 
him. I did so wish to get the very little rice I have threshed 
out before Christmas. I will have to try to get a man from 
Gregory. 

As I rowed up to the mills I came upon a flat heavily loaded 
with lightwood and recognized two of my men on it. I said, 
"Why, Billy, what are you doing here? Whose wood is 
that?" 

"De my own." 

Now I know why I have had so much trouble in getting my 
wood cut and sold. I had put Billy in charge and he has been 
steadily stealing my wood, he and his brother together, 
shipping it in a flat owned by their father, who is a gentleman 
of leisure living on his own land on a pension which he receives 
from the great Government of these United States. 

Of course I will have to send Billy and Sol off the place 
after this discovery, for as Billy had been put in charge of 
the cutting and flatting of my wood and has so betrayed his 
trust, I cannot let him stay, but he will move to my neighbor's 
and continue no doubt to steal my wood, as his father's 
farm is very near my line. It is ten acres. Though every one 
on. the place has known all summer what was going on, no one 
would give me the least hint of it, and I never would have 
known it if I had not made this trip to Waverly and come 
upon them in the act of unloading twelve cords of splendid 
lightwood. Of course it would be useless to take any legal 
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I got back very weary ; it is astonishing how true the old 
saying is, "A cheerful heart goes all the day, while a sad one 
tires in a mile," and mine was very sad on the way home. 

Cherokee, December 9. 

Was very busy this morning writing letters to catch the 
mail which passes my gate at 11, when they came in to say 
that Annette wanted to see me "pa'tick'ler." I went out 
and said, rather shortly : "What can I do for you, Annette? 
This is a busy day and you must talk quickly." Annette 
twisted her hands together nervously once or twice, and then 
answered: ''I came to baig you to make my will, ma'am." 

"Why, Annette, do you feel ill ?" 

Her head went down and her apron came up, half covering 
her face, and she said : — 

"No, ma'am, but I 'spects to be married again. I bin a 
fateful wife to St. Luke en' I bin a fateful widder to 'im f'r 
free year ; but now a very 'spectable man is co't me, en' I'se 
to be married next week, en' I wants to put all St. Luke 
proppity to 'e chillun, de house en' de fa'am between dem, 
en' de cow f er Annie, en' de two heffer between dem. De man 
I gwine marry got 'e own house en' fa'am, en' 'e seem to speak 
en' act very fair, but I wan' to lef St. Luke chillun secure." 

I was so dehghted at this evidence of Annette's intelli- 
gence, knowledge of human nature, and loyalty to her dead 
husband's interest, that I forgot all about my important 
letters and drew up a most impressive document which I had 
her sign in the presence of three witnesses, being the disposal 
of real estate. She only "teched de pen," that is, put her 
hand on the end of the pen while I wrote her name, and she 
made a mark. When the will was satisfactorily executed 
she wanted me to keep it, but this I declined to do, advising 
her to give it into her mother's care, if she preferred not to 
keep it herself. 



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December 10. 

Went to church, though there was a gale blowing and the 

trees looked very dangerous buckling and bending over the 

road. Ruth behaved well, though she did not like it. When 

I got back, bringing L. to dinner with me, I found Jim waiting 

to see me, having ridden up from Gregory on 

his bicycle. He said he wanted to come back, 

that his wife was not only willing but anxious 

for him to come, as she had no pleasure in his 

l^ life in town, he was so ailing and 

worked so hard. He begged me 

to take him. The only thing he 

wanted to ask was that I would 

let him spend every Sunday in 

Gregory, for he sang in the choir 

in his church and didn't want 

to give up the music. I told 

him I would always do so if 

possible, but that there might 

be circumstances which would 

make it impossible to spare him 

on Sunday. 

He cannot come until he gets 
some one to take his place, but as he is coming I will put off 
the meat curing and sausage making until he comes, for my 
mother taught him the best way of doing all that, and it 
makes it so much easier than undertaking it with a green 
hand. Jim is to do almost everything, under our present 
agreement ; but Gibbie is still to milk and to keep the stables 
clean and cut wood for the house. 

December 11. 

Lent Bonaparte the ox wagon and team to go to Gregory 
and lay in his household supplies. Sent a note to Billy P. — 
and his brother, who had been selling the lightwood for them- 




The smoke-house at Cherokee 
for meat curing. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 261 

selves instead of for me, telling'them to leave the place with 
their families at once. Of course I should have taken the 
money for the wood, but I could not make up my mind to do 
that without some legal process, and as I could not get any 
witness to testify against them any legal process was impos- 
sible. If I had ordered them to give me one-half the money, 
quite possibly they might have done it ; but they might have 
refused to do it and I would then have been powerless. I am 
very careful not to give any order which I cannot have obeyed. 

December 12. 

Billy and Sol came to beg me to let them stay until Janu- 
ary, but I told them I had trusted them and they had be- 
trayed my trust and must go at once. I hate to lose their 
wives, who are good workers, and their little children, who 
come to say catechism and sing hymns and have a stick of 
candy every Sunday afternoon. Sol's wife. Aphrodite, is such 
a specimen of health and maternal vigor that I delight to see 
her going to work with her procession of little ones behind 
her. The men themselves are strong, able-bodied workers, 
and I shall miss them ; but once having begun to depredate 
upon me, nothing will stop them. 

I find now that recently they have been living out of my 

vegetable garden, and the potato banks have been robbed 

and there are dark hints as to their guilt in that, too. I told 

them they must whip their rice out by hand at once so as to 

pay their rent, and take the rest with them. It is a sad 

state of things that one is unable to secure redress in any way 

for depredation, and so the only thing to do when a tenant 

goes wrong in this way is to send him off, so that unless one 

winks at evil deeds or condones offences, one will soon be 

without hands entirely. 

December 13. 

Yesterday, driving out, I saw a raft of very fine poplar logs 
being made down by the bridge in the creek, and this morning 



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I walked out to see whose logs they were. I have on my 
woodland across the creek some very beautiful poplars, some 
of them about three feet in diameter at the base. I have 
several times been offered a price for them, but have always 
answered: ''When I am in need of bread I will sell those 
trees, but not before." Now I feared some one might have 
cut them, hence my desire to inquire about the raft. 

I found Jack and Monday at work on the raft, which was 
composed of splendid pine as well as poplar logs. Both of 




M-\\ I'.n-^ficn.lt 



I saw a raft of very fine poplar logs being made. 

these men had belonged to my father and now own farms and 
woodland of their own about two miles away. They assured 
me the logs all came from their own land and had been hauled 
with their own ox teams. I complimented them on the size 
and beauty of the poplar, and just at that moment Daniel, 
another one of our former people, now a prosperous land- 
owner, came by in his canoe, and I took passage with him up 



264 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

the creek to my woodland, as I wanted to make sure that my 
poplars were still standing. 

As I got out at the landing I offered to pay him, but he 
said : "Oh, no. Miss ; you don't owe me a cent. I was just 
on my way home, and I'm glad to have de chance to do it 
for you." 

I thanked him suitably for his pleasant feeling. At the 
landing there was a raft tied of very large logs. I asked 
Daniel whose it was and he said it belonged to Frank and 
Logan, who were cutting on my land. I was greatly shocked. 
Logan is the son of one of my father's most trusted servants 
who died a few years ago leaving eight sons and three daugh- 
ters grown up and married. He was a first class engineer 
and blacksmith and could be counted upon always to do 
faithful, good work. His sons had most of them followed his 
trade after a fashion, and all of them had what is now called 
education (without, however, any training) and are smart 
men ; but not one of them has the character, the thorough- 
ness, the reliabihty, of the old man, who could neither read 
nor write, but who had been trained to do one thing as well 
as it could be done. 

The sons have, one by one, left my service to go where there 
was more demand for their work and more pay, but a kindly 
feeling has remained between us. They are all prosperous, 
living on farms of their own. 

Some months ago Logan brought Frank, a stranger to me, 
to ask to handle the fallen pine trees on my land and give me 
one-third of the proceeds. They said they had fine ox teams 
and each had a logging cart and were fixed for the business. 
After thinking over it a while I consented, for I had been over 
the land and knew that there were many fine large trees 
blown down by the storm which would only rot on the ground 
if I refused, for I had no reliable hands to get them to market 
myself. I made them sign a paper saying they were to cut 



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265 



no trees, only to take the prostrate pine, and was quite 
pleased when the arrangement was completed. 

The results had disappointed me, being much less than I 
had supposed they would be. Every now and then they 
brought me $8, with account of a 
raft in Captain L.'s hand- writing 
showing the amount of my third, 
and I had been suspecting that 
they were carrying many rafts to 
Gregory and selling them on their 
own account, not giving me the 
third, but I did not see how I could 
find out the truth. They had come 
to me in the winter to ask permis- 
sion to " dead " some cypress. This 
means to ring the cypress so as to 
kill it, otherwise it cannot be 
handled ; it will not float if green. 

I refused to give permission for 
this, and a short time afterward they asked to be allowed to 
cut some poplar. This I forbade with horror, and they went 
away. Now the sight of this raft made me understand of 
what treachery they had been guilty toward my trees. 

I counted the logs — twenty pine, four cypress, and two 
poplar ; then I walked out into the woods and soon came upon 
Logan with his team hauling a splendid log and Frank not far 
behind with another. Just for a moment, as I stood waiting 
for them to come up, it flashed through my mind what a rash 
thing perhaps I was doing, as both of these men are rather 
ugly tempered. I had sent Daniel off with his boat, thinking 
some one might come along the creek by the time I was ready 
to go back. No one at the house had the least idea where I 
was, for I had not intended making this extended trip when 
I left. 




Cypress trees. 



266 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

When the men came up I taxed them with having done 
what I had expressly forbidden them to do. At first they 
were disposed to be rude and answered roughly, but I went 
on very quietly, using all the self-control possible, to tell 
them that they had violated their contract and put them- 
selves entirely in my power; that I needed no witnesses, 
for my own eyes had seen what they were doing. Gradually 
their whole manner changed. One hat went off and then 
the other and Logan came a step or two nearer, and with a 
most dramatic air of humility and penitence said : — 

"Miss, you right ; en we cry guilty, guilty ! We own um, 
we's guilty, en you know, miss, w'en a man stan' 'e trial een 
de co't, en dat man cry guilty, de jedge don' put de law so 
heaby to um. We dun wrong, miss ; we egkno' ledge we sin, 
en we pleads yo' mussy !" 

I was completely taken aback. I was prepared for anything 
but this, and I had no idea what to say in my surprise. While 
I considered they stood with bowed heads, eyes fixed on the 
ground, and every air of complete surrender. I was dis- 
armed, and of course did not follow up my victory as I 
should. I gave them a little discourse on judgment and 
mercy and on the awful sin of deceiving and taking advantage 
of one who had trusted one. Then I told them they could 
take the timber they had cut and hauled, to market and give 
me half instead of one-third, and that after selling these logs 
they must not touch a stick of timber of any kind again. 

With expressions of profound thanks they led the way down 
to the swamp as I told them to do, and showed me all the 
trees they had cut. It was heartrending to see the havoc 
they had wrought, and which nothing could undo. It took 
away my breath almost for a time, and I felt almost as though 
I had been wrong not to proceed against these men and have 
them brought to justice. I knew perfectly I would get no 
money to speak of from them. 



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It is impossible for me to watch the woodland and swamp 
myself — if there is no one to see after my interest there it is 
indeed hopeless. Bonaparte used to do it, but now he seems 
to have been intimidated in some way, and will not undertake 
to see after it at all. 

December 14. 

It poured heavily all day. At 1 o'clock they came in to 
say the wagon had come for the cotton. Of course I could 
not send it in the rain, and I had to send the man back. He 
was very wet and cold and I gave him some |)otato pudding 
and milk, all that was ready. The gin is about twelve miles 
away and I had engaged them to send for my cotton to-day. 
It was folly to send in the rain. Still I suppose I will have to 
pay for it. 

Chloe went to St. Cyprian's last night and had much to tell 
of the service and her aj:)proval of the sermon. She said 
Mr. G. was "a good preacher en preached de pure gospel." 
She told me she had walked back with old Anthony and that 
he praised the sermon and then told her of his dissatisfaction 
with his minister, a Baptist. She said : — 

"Br'er Tinny say, him don' like de preacher dem got ; say 
dem ax de man fo' preach out to Tolson village, en as him had 
to cum clean f'um Gregory ebrybody carry 'nuf money for 
t'row een, but w'en him beggin fo' preach dem fin' him preach 
politiks, en slur, en Latin, en dem 'ordn't t'row een dem 
money, en de man neber git but one dollar en a half f'um dat 
big crowd o' people." 

"Well, Chloe, you will have to tell me what preaching 
'slur' means." 

"Miss Pashuns, dat mean him hoi' up him perfesshun 
high, en him scandalize all dem oder Christianity, en dat mek 
dem feel shame en dem didn't like dat. Him bin a Babtist, 
yu see, en de chutch bin full o' Methodist." 

"Oh, I understand now. That was very bad indeed; 
now tell me what does preaching politics mean?" 



268 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"Dat mean stid o' preach de gospel of de Lord, him bin 
a talk 'bout de State en de law, en de guberment, en 'e got 
dem all tangle up en dem mind." 

"They certainly showed their sense, Chloe, when they 
objected to that, for they went to church for heavenly in- 
struction; but tell me what preaching Latin meant." 

Chloe seemed to be a little tired of my questions and to 
think me dull, which is not my ordinary trouble, but she ex- 
plained : — 

"Well, Miss Pashuns, yu kno' 'tain't ebrybody kin onder- 
stan' Latin, en w'en dis man kum to a place wey him hab 
nuthin' sensible fer said, him sta'at fu' ramble een a kin' o' 
gibbish en nobody c'udn't onderstan', en de man's self c'udn't 
onderstan'. Bre'r Tinny say you c'ud look een 'e eye en 
see him jes' bin'a wander. Him didn't hab nuthin' fu' say ; 
so him didn't t'row een him money, en say w'en he yeddy * 
Animus Brown is fu' preech him stay home." 

I was quite amazed that little old man Tinny should have 
such power of discernment, and also such apt terms to de- 
scribe and size up his preacher, and I was truly thankful he 
recognized the difference in Mr. G.'s doctrine and methods. 

The darkies have a wonderfully keen insight into character. 
It is almost as if by instinct they know the genuine article 
from the imitation, the gilt from the gold. When you look 
at Anthony you would not think he knew anything more than 
a sparrow sees with its beady black eyes. He is very dried 
up and little, with those very same beady eyes. I think a 
great deal of the old man ; he makes me a present of a huge 
pumpkin every year, and after many efforts to find out what 
he would like in return I make my present. 

Sometimes I am baffled as to what he would like and give 
him money. If I do this, the very next day he hangs his 

*"Yedde" means to hear in real gullah, which some of the old darkies 
still use. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 269 

shoes on a stick over his shoulder and walks down to Gregory, 
fourteen miles away, invests his cash in firewater and walks 
back home, all with a little shuffling gait which makes it hard 
to believe he could walk twenty-eight miles a day. 

December 18. 
This afternoon Gibbie came to say that his mother was 
very low and so he would not be able to milk, so I took 
Goliah to the cow stable to help Bonaparte milk and then to 
put up the horses. Many little negroes of Goliah's size are 
good milkers, but he has no skill in that line at all, though he 
is remarkably clever and useful with horses. 

December 19. 
Both yesterday and to-day I got up very early and went 
out to the stable to help Bonaparte. It is very provoking 
of Gibbie to absent himself in this way, for I find he is not 
waiting on his mother, who has her husband and three other 
sons and their wives devoted in their services, while Gibbie 

is just idling along the roads. 

December 20. 

A perfect day, the air warm and balmy. On my way home 
from church heard of Eva's death. She was a simple, faith- 
ful soul, always diligent, working hard in her large field 
around her house and giving freely of the produce to her five 
sons, four of whom have families, but none of them has in- 
herited her working, faithful nature. I will miss her greatly. 

I had a good attendance of darkies at Sunday-school this 
afternoon. I was so pleased to see the children all so clean 
and nicely dressed, and they behaved so well. There were 
fourteen girls and fifteen boys, most of them between 10 
and 14 years of age. After they have gone over the 
Creed, the Lord's Prayer, and the Ten Commandments 
several times, with explanatory remarks from me, they repeat 
after me a hymn, this time: "While Shepherds Watched 



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Their Flocks by Night," preparatory to Christmas. Then 
I go in to the piano and have the girls in the room, while the 
boys stand by the window ; and they all sing d faire peur. 

They enjoy it so that their whole strength is put into sound. 
In vain I listen for the sweet voices I have heard in times past 













She was a sunplo, faithful boul — al'^ajb dihgent. 

— this is all volume without sweetness — and I fear I will 
crack my own throat in my efforts to guide the volume aright. 
"Jesus, Lover of My Soul," they know pretty well, also 
"Onward, Christian Soldiers." 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 271 

After four hymns they stand in order of size in the piazza 
and I hand around two pounds of candy, which just gives 
each child a stick, and they depart. But to-day Httle fellows 
shot out from the row and four with much serious unwrapping 
of handkerchiefs handed me each an egg. I was much sur- 
prised and thanked them with effusion. 

They come every Sunday before I have finished my dinner, 
greatly to Don's indignation ; any arrival at meal-times is 
displeasing to him, and for fear he will frighten the children 
I have him chained as soon as I come from church on Sunday. 
These children are all grandchildren of those who belonged 
to my father. 

December 21. 

Bagging rough rice in the barn all day. It is very cold and 
dusty. I have most unexpectedly sold this rice for a dollar 
a bushel, and instead of being full of thankfulness, my poor 
human nature is lamenting over the 600 bushels which I have 
fed to my creatures all summer, and let the hands have when- 
ever they wanted it for forty cents a bushel, and thinking how 
rich I would be if I had it here now. I cannot get the rice 
from this year's crop threshed, little as it is, because it seems 
impossible to get any one to work the boiler. 

December 24. 

Very busy putting up a parcel to send to Dab's little brother 
Rab who is, I hope, being made over into a very good boy by 
the worthy Jenkins. The parcel contained only a suit of 
clothes, caps, suspenders, and necessary underclothing, but 
I wanted it to reach him on Christmas. To my intense 
regret I could not put even a nickel in the pocket. I gener- 
ally put a quarter and I know he will search every corner. 

The mail brought packages with loving offerings from my 
dear ones. I had not the heart to accept the many invita- 
tions I had to spend Christmas, and so I am alone and have 



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time to realize the one great Christmas gift made to our 
humanity once for all time. This evening I sent by Gibbie 
a little package of good things to each darky child on the 
place. 

Christmas Day. 

I sat up until 1 o'clock last night rummaging through my 
possessions to find presents for the servants. I cannot bear 








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Winnowing house for preparation of seed rice. 

to have nothing for them, but my dear father's constant in- 
junction, "Be just before you are generous," is indelibly 
impressed upon me. I owe money to several and so I have 
not been willing to spend even a quarter on Christmas prep- 
arations. 

All the grown servants have gone to the "setting up," 
which is one of the strongest articles of their creed and is 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 273 

very impressive, I think — the feeling that they must not be 
found in their beds on this mysterious night when the King 
of the world was born and laid in a manger. A feeble old 
woman with whom I remonstrated, telling her she was not 
strong enough to sit up all night, turned on me in indignation, 
saying : "Miss, yo' t'ink I 'ood let de Lawd ketch me in baid 
to-night w'en de bery cow fall on dey knee ! No, ma'am, 
dis night is fer pray, en shout, en rej'ice." 

My packages yesterday contained six boxes of candy, four 
of them the most delicious home-made nut candy of different 
kinds. I had two pounds of common stick candy in the house, 
and after getting up some ancient silk things, I found five 
boxes to fill, one for each servant; the stick candy in the 
bottom, and some of my delicious things out of my recent 
presents to fill up. 

I was so in earnest searching in the garret for empty boxes 
by the light of a dim lantern that I did not notice what labels 
they bore until I had filled the five and put a Christmas card 
on top of each and put the covers on. Then I laughed until 
I cried. The largest, which I had put particularly nice 
things in, was labelled "Finest mourning paper" and had 
great black bands all around. The next was labelled "Best 
carbolic soap," and the others were also soap boxes. It was 
too late to take out all the carefully arranged contents and 
begin over, so I tied them up with ribbon and put two apples 
on each so that they would be on hand when I heard the call : 
"Merry Christmas !" at my door in the early morning. 

In the olden time there used to be such crowds coming 
in to the upstairs hall to wish the Merry Christmas, and one 
must have a gift for each. Long after the war they kept it 
up, and I used to have a hamper of little gifts all wrapped to 
pitch out of the door as I heard each voice. Now I had only 
Chloe, Dab, Betty, Bonaparte, and Gibbie to provide for. 
I put up little packages for old Katie and all the old darkies 



274 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

who come to the yard to wish us Merry Christmas and bring 
an egg or two and receive their Christmas. 

This is a survival of the past, when every negro on the 
plantation came soon after daylight Christmas morning, to 
give their good wishes and to receive substantial gifts them- 
selves. They always had three days of entire holiday, during 
which they amused themselves, always ending the day by two 
hours' dancing on the piazza of the ' ' big house " to the music of 
fiddle, tambourine, bones, drum, and sticks. My father sent 
off young lads to learn to play the violin every year, so that 
there were always one or two capable of leading. 

The way in which they mark time with the sticks has al- 
ways been a wonder to me. They beat them in syncopated 
time, the accent always being on the second beat. I have 
tried in vain to get the motion, and yet very little children do 
it in perfect time. 

I drove to church thinking of all the nice things I would 
like to be carrying to my friends in the dear little settlement 
who all sent me some charming token of affection and good- 
will. Only three or four assembled and the holly filled font 
was the only sign of the great festival. Our organist was not 
there, so that I knew I would have to "raise" the hymn — 
that means stand up in your pew and sing it without ac- 
companiment. 

What was my dismay when "Shout the Glad Tidings, 
Exultingly Sing," was given out. There is but one tune that 
I ever heard to it, and that is most elaborate. However, it 
is the forlorn hope that rouses and appeals to me. I rose to 
my feet and the occasion, and the glad tidings were shouted 
most enthusiastically by one feeble voice. Only at the 
chorus Miss Pandora gave the support of her voice. It is 
pleasant to remember that the Good Maker of all, does not 
have to listen ; he looks within and sees the spirit which im- 
pels those inadequate sounds. 



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I came away from the simple service in high spirits, all 
my depression and discouragement floated upward in the 
quavering shouts of glad tidings. 

December 26. 

Rode out to the post-office on horseback and enjoyed it 
immensely. Got a charming book there. I have had so 
many dear little presents, the most valuable being a pair of 
driving gloves, which have delighted me. 

December 27. 

Started to church this morning with Ruth in the buckboard 
and found her dead lame ! Had to turn and have Dab get 
Romola out of the field and put her in. 

I am worried because the stable door is off its hinges, and 
it is strange Gibbie should not have reported it yesterday, 
for Bonaparte could have fixed it in five minutes. I used 
Ruth Friday and she was quite well. I fear she has been 
ridden at night and put her foot in a hole. 

December 28. 

J. and L. came Sunday evening and spent the night. 
Yesterday morning L., who has made quite a specialty of 
animal diseases, examined Ruth's leg and foot. He said it 
was the hock, and he only hoped it might not prove spavin — 
said it must be bathed twice a day with hot mullein tea and 
then rubbed dry. 

I begged him to tell Gibbie exactly what to do and how to 
do it, as it would impress him more, coming from him. So 
he gave him most careful instructions about it. This morn- 
ing at ten, when I was rushing with some letters to catch the 
mail at the avenue gate, I saw Ruth standing near the back 
door with the long strong reins, which Jim made to drive the 
colt, wrapped 'round and 'round a walnut tree. I was so 
provoked that I forgot the mail and addressed Gibbie, who 
was rubbing Ruth's leg and asked why he had put the head- 



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stall and reins which had been made for the colt on Ruth. 
He answered : — 

''Jus' so. I had dem on Alcyone driving about in. Wen 
I stop I put 'em on Root." 

"Where is Ruth's halter?" I supposed something had 
happened to it, but not at all ; it was in the stable. 

As I saw the large pool of water on the ground and Ruth's 
leg rubbed quite dry I grew milder in my words and simply 
sent him to get the halter and put it on. Then I went on 
with the letters. As I came back I went into the pantry 
where the breakfast things were not yet washed. Again 
I exploded. 

"Why were the cups and silver not yet washed?" 
"Gibbie cum een en say he had o'ders to git all de hot 
water fer Root fut, so 'e hempty both kittle, en we had to put 
on water fresh f'r we, en it ain't hot 'nuff yet." 
I simply had to leave without saying a word. 

Later Chloe sought me when I had 
just settled myself at my desk 
to write, and said : — 

"Miss Pashuns, all dat hot 
water Gibbie tek out de two 
kittle out de kitchen, 'e neber 
put a drop on Root fut !" 

"My, Chloe ! what did he 
do with it, then?" 
"'E po' um right out down on de groun' long side a Root 
een a puddle, en 'e neber so much as tech Root fut wid a wet 
clot'. 'E rub um wid a dry rag." 

I cast my mind back and remembered how very dry Ruth's 
leg was, and how pleased I was that Gibbie should have rubbed 
her so well ; but still I could scarcely believe that he had 
poured all that hot water on the ground. While I was con- 
sidering, Chloe went on : — 




" Patty en Dab en me all bin a 
eat." 



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" 'Tain't me one see um. Patty en Dab en me all bin a eat 
we break-US en we set down right dey, en luk at Gibbie when 
'e pou' out de watah 'pun de groun'," 

What a farce to try to have anything done at all ! I did not 
say a word to Gibbie about this. He would simply swear it 
was not so and there would be a state of warfare in the yard, 

I sent for him that afternoon and told him to fill a big pot 

in the yard with water, get some mullein leaves and put in it, 

make a fire under the pot the first thing in the morning, and 

after cleaning his horses to bring Ruth out and let me know, 

as I wished to bathe her myself. 

Cherokee, December 29. 

Jim is not coming back ; his month with me is up, and he 
has work in Gregory. Now the question is either to give up 
all the progress which has been made in Marietta's training 
or to drive her myself. 

I have always been afraid of a skeleton road cart, and I 
confess I dread driving in one. I asked Jim before he went 
one day if he could not try her in the old buckboard, which is 
very light. He said by no means, that she wheeled square 
round at any new thing she saw, and would break the shafts 
at once. 

To-day I had Romola put in the road cart for me to try it, 
and drove eight miles. The seat is just an unusually hard 
board, and I knew that the least thing would make me pitch 
out. When I got back I called Bonaparte and had him take 
off the board and put some strong wide pieces of leather across 
and then tack a sheepskin on top, and I will try it to-morrow. 

Then I told him I wanted a small seat secured to the axle 
at the back so that Gibbie could sit there. Bonaparte in- 
dicated that ordinarily he found my plans intelligent, but that 
in this instance he failed to see any sign of common sense. 
It was all in civil, even courtly, language, but the meaning 
was plain. I was not daunted. I said : — 



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"I cannot go out alone with that colt. I must have Gibbie 
at hand, and the only way to take him is to rig up such a 
seat, and I trust to your cleverness and skill to do it." 

I got a very strong chair of white oak and had him saw off 
the back. "Now this is what I want you to use, and I want 
you to put it here," I said. Then I left him. 

December 30. 

This morning when I went to look at the progress of the 
little shelf behind the road cart, I found Bonaparte working 
with enthusiasm. The idea had suddenly taken him, but 
Gibbie was looking on with a face of woe, muttering steadily 
"risk my life — got wife and chillun — brek me neck" — 
I could only hear a word here and there. 

"Gibbie," I said, "how many times were you thrown out 
of the road cart when Jim and you went with Marietta?" 

"Only fo' time." 

"Where did you sit?" 

"Jim en me set on de seat ; each one had a fut on de step 
so we could jump quick." 

"Did Jim jump out?" 

"Jim jump out 'eself ebery time we meet buggy, dat colt 
wunt pass a buggy, en de las' wud Jim say to me was, 'Fo' 
King sake Gib neber let um meet a w'ite hoss, kase 'e'll 
bruk up eberyt'ing.' " 

"Well," I said, "now you will be perfectly safe behind 
here, for when anything happens you can step off without 
any trouble." 

But Gibbie continued to grumble and mutter. As soon 
as the extraordinary little perch was adjusted I made him 
put Romola in the cart and took him behind for a six-mile 
drive. He nearly refused to go, but I kept my eye on him, 
and we started. 

We had not driven out of the front gate before I heard sounds 
of satisfaction from behind — little grunts only at first, but 



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at last he burst into speech. "My law, Miss Pashuns, you 
hav a good idea w'en yu fix dis seat ! I too cumf utable ! Jes' 
es easy es if I bin home een me rockin' chai'. Dis' de t'ing 
fo' me." I was greatly relieved, for as Gibbie has been going 
with Jim every day, with Marietta, it is important he should 
go along with me. One change at a time is enough and I 
cannot let him drive, because he has such a heavy hand, 
accustomed to handle oxen, but I could not take him if he 
was afraid or unwilling. 

I was equally delighted with my seat, for the sheepskin 
made all the difference ; one could sit home as on a saddle. 
I did not think the cart balanced just as I wished, however, 
and when I got home I told Bonaparte to get a heavy piece 
of iron from the old mill and fasten it where the dash-board 
is in a buggy ; this cart has none. He did this and I got in 
and made Gibbie get behind while Bonaparte steadied the 
shafts and they stood level without his holding them. Then 
I was satisfied. Everything is ready now and to-morrow 
I will drive Marietta. 

All the neighbors are making an outcry about it and my 
dear friend Miss N. to-day said all that could possibly be 
said to deter me, but I cannot see it as they do. My taxes 
are $100 ; they are due now. If nothing turns up I must 
sell something to pay them. Last year I sold a colt for that 
purpose. Now Marietta unbroken would not be salable, 
but broken she would bring a good price. 

It will be a heartbreaking business to part with her. She 

is exactly like her mother and they would be a delightful pair, 

but I must try and get her broken if I can. She has made 

good progress in a month, I think, for she was not even halter 

broken the first of December. 

December 31. 

Started with Marietta at 12 : 25 to-day and drove eight 

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went wonderfully. All the way to Peaceville we were so 
fortunate as not to meet a vehicle on the road. Coming 
back a buggy turned into the narrow road ahead. I waved 
to the man to turn back, but he did not understand, for I 
would not speak to let Marietta know I was telling him to 
go back ; but as soon as she saw him she made herself im- 
mense, and began to trumpet like an elephant, standing stock 
still. 

The man needed no suggestion after seeing and hearing 
her, and rapidly got out and lifted his buggy around and 
fled into another road. After a while she quieted do^^^l and 
we went on. It is a great pity to have such a road ; it is 
barely wide enough for two vehicles to pass and there is a 
deep ditch on each side. 

We had gone about a quarter of a mile after this and she 
had steadied into a quiet trot, when two dogs, one white and 
one black, dashed from a house about 500 yards from the road, 
and rushed toward us, barking furiously. This was too much. 
She started at a full run and all my effort was directed to 
keeping her in the road, for those deep ditches so near on each 
side were a terror. 

I talked to her as I put out my whole strength on the reins. 
I felt I could not stand it much longer, my arms were giving 
way and I wondered whether Gibbie was thrown off and what 
would be the end, when she slacked her speed and finally 
came down into a trot. Then I called to Gibbie. 

He is stone deaf, which makes a difficulty, and I was too 
shaken and stiff to be able to turn around to look ; but when 
at last he heard he answered with cheerful equanimity. 
Having once given me his faith, Gibbie did not appear to 
have the least anxiety. 

My heart was filled with thanksgiving as I stepped down 
from the funny little cart at the stable door. Marietta dripping 
with sweat and blood streaming from each side of her mouth. 



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but turning around to see what I had for her with a look of 
affection. I always gave Ruth a lump of sugar when she had 
been good, but this poor dear little hard times thing won't 
take sugar nor apple nor carrot — no, nothing but an ear 
of corn will she take. 

This is the last night of the old year. For the first time 
since the tragedy I felt myself drawn to the piano, and I 
played Chopin's funeral march over and over, with its won- 
derful wail of sorrow, and then Beethoven's funeral march 
on the death of a hero. Such a contrast ! No wail here. 
Rather "Gloria Victor" : — 

O Death, where is thy sting ? 
O Grave, where thy victory ? 

The old year is dead. God grant us grace in the new. 



CHAPTER IX 

January 1. 

THE new year ought to fill one with bright anticipations 
and hopes, but somehow I am so weighed down by 
realities, in the shape of bills and accounts which 
should be paid and for which I see no wherewithal, that my 
horizon seems dark and cloud-capped. I try to keep myself 
hard at work, as that is the only way to get rid of anxiety. 

I am having wool washed to make a mattress, as I need a 
nice single mattress, and the only way to get it at this moment 
is to make it. Chloe and Patty are to wash it to-morrow. 

January 2. 

Drove Marietta this morning for the second time. Jim 
always walked behind driving with long reins, while Gibbie 
led her as far as the front gate, so I followed his example and 
drove from behind until we got into the public road, when I 
got in. She fought a little, but went beautifully when once 
we were started. 

I wanted to go to the post-office in Peaceville but did not 
wish to stop there, as we did that the last time, and wdth 
a colt it is so important not to let it form a habit of stopping 
at any one place. So I drove all the way up the village to 
the last house, and turning there came back to the post-office. 
Alack and alas ! it was closed. If only I had stopped on the 
way up I would have got my mail, and I was hoping for a 
valuable letter. While I stopped talking, asking if it would 
not be possible to have the office opened for a moment, one 
of my dear Sunday-school boys galloped by on horseback, 
followed by his black dog. 

Marietta just made up her mind to get rid of all impedi- 

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ments and pursue them, especially the dog. She reared, 
she plunged, she bucked, she whirled, she stood so long on 
her hind legs pawing the air that I thought she must fall 
back on me. Gibbie, however, held on to her manfully, 
although nearly lifted from the ground. Mr. R. was so ex- 
cited that he jumped the high paling fence to come to my 
assistance, but there was nothing he could do. However, 
I was glad of his suggestion, made in his deliberate way : 
"I would turn her head the other way," which advice I gladly 
followed and drove rapidly up the village for the second time 
and on in that direction until she was somewhat quiet and then 
turned homeward, trusting Fred and his black dog had gone a 
long distance and would not return until I was safely at home. 

One dangerous spot after another was passed and I began 
to breathe more freely when, as I reached the Clay gully, 
I saw in the distance the galloping horse and frisking black 
dog approaching. My heart was in my mouth, but I make 
it a rule never to call out in an alarmed tone, as a horse is so 
sensitive to the driver's feelings. I had taken her around a 
little side cut she was unaccustomed to so that she was so 
busy examining every root and stump that she did not see 
the approaching party. To my great relief Fred saw us, 
and with wonderful presence of mind called his dog, which 
had nearly reached us, and rode rapidly off in another direc- 
tion. I was very thankful, and greatly pleased at the boy's 
prompt thought and action. 

Got home without further trouble and did not give poor 
little Marietta the reward she was expecting — two quarts 
of oats. Gibbie was indignant at this and proceeded to argue 
with me, but I was firm and told him Marietta would under- 
stand perfectly. 

January 6. 

Have had the great privilege and pleasure of having our 
Bishop as my guest, on his pastoral visit to our struggling 



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little parish. The Bishop's visit is always a season of uplift 
and thankfulness. 

January 7. 

Drove Marietta to-day, and though she was nervous at 
first and it was hard for me to get in the road cart, she soon 
quieted down and went eight miles without any excitement, 
so that I had the pleasure of giving her the two quarts of oats 
mixed with soda and hot water which is the reward of merit. 

Friday, January 8. 

This morning I told Gibbie that we would drive down the 
road, as we have been up so often, because the bridge a short 
distance below has been undergoing repairs. Marietta went 
very quietly until we got out of the gate and turned her head 
down the road and I got in — ■ then she wheeled sharp around 
and reared until I thought she must fall back — she plunged, 
she squatted until she broke up the harness entirely. Gibbie 
lost his nerve and instead of holding her by the bit, as he did 
the last time she fought, he held the end of a six foot halter, 
so that he had no power over her and was in danger of being 
pawed. 

I held on to the reins, fortunately. She turned herself 
around in the shafts, having broken girth and crupper, until 
she faced me, and as I kept my tight grip on the reins she was 
nearly choked. Purposely I pulled tighter and tighter, and 
when she found herself entirely tied up in the harness and 
choking she was quiet and stood without moving while 
Gibbie and Bonaparte took off the remnants of the harness. 
Fortunately the head-stall and reins were strong and held. 
I found there was no hope of putting her back in the cart, 
as it would take days to patch up the harness, so I told Gibbie 
I would drive her down the road without any v-ehiele, he 
leading and I holding the reins behind. We had a great 
deal of trouble to get her started down the road, but she went 



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after a while quietly enough until we came to the bridge, 
where she made a tremendous fight. When I was worn out 
with her wheeling and fighting I gave the lines to Gibbie 
and told him to stand perfectly still, not make any effort to 
get her over, but if she started to go, to follow her. Then I 
went across and stood a short distance from the bridge and 
willed her to come over, putting all my strength into the will. 
She put one foot slowly forward and then the other, appar- 
ently with the greatest reluctance, but once started she came 
straight to me, and then I took the lines and drove her three 
miles. She was just as quiet and docile as though she had 
never fought. She walked so rapidly, however, dragging 
me along at a most unusual pace for me, that I was completely 
exhausted when we got home. 

January 8. 

Started on mattress about 10 o'clock and worked steadily 
until I finished it at midnight. I made the tick on the 
machine just after breakfast and then had Bonaparte make 
me a frame just the size of the spring I wanted the mattress 
to fit. This was not finished until 10 and I was very much 
afraid I would not be able to finish, but I did by working, 
with only half an hour for dinner. I get so interested in 
anything I am doing, it does not matter what it is, for 
the moment, it is the most engrossing occupation in the 
world. The wool was beautifully washed, which made it 
pleasant. 

When it came to sticking a needle a foot long through 
the mattress and tying with twine I had to get Jim's willing 
and efficient help, but that was not until after 9 to-night. I 
am so exhilarated by the success of my work that I am 
neither tired nor sleepy and have to make myself stop work- 
ing and go to bed, when I hope to sleep serenely "clothed in 
the light of high duties done." 



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January 9. 
Sewed nearly all day, which is a rare treat to me. The wood 
we are using burns out so fast, that I have been urging the 
men to cut enough logs from the live oaks (which I have at 
last got sawed down) , to give each fireplace a back log ; that 
makes such a difference in the permanence and heat of the 
fire. Joe Kelt said the wood was too hard, might as well 
try to cut iron, and that it would take all day to cut one log, 
making it very dear wood. I was provoked, but never hav- 
ing sawed any wood at all, I did not know whether what he 
said was true or not — that always worries me — so I put 
down my sewing and got the big saw about 4| feet long 
with one handle, which is comfortable to grasp, and went 
out to the four splendid live oaks which were killed in 
the storm, whether by lightning or otherwise I don't know, 
but they have stood there in melancholy naked grandeur 
ever since, till this winter I bought a fine cross-cut saw, and 
had Jim and Joe Kelt to saw them down. It was long and 
laborious, but they had become a menace to the cattle, 
as the limbs rotted and fell. I selected a limb of suitable 
height for me to work on and began very awkwardly to saw. 
The cattle seeing so unusual a sight gathered round me, and 
Equinox, the bull, feeling sure I must be fixing food for 
them, came nearer and nearer in his investigations, so that 
I was forced to an ignominious retreat, before I had made 
much progress on my "iron" limb. I was not going to give 
it up, however. I went into the next lot where there was an 
even more indestructible oak tree, which various men at various 
times had refused to tackle, and began afresh with the saw. 
I was pleased to find myself already a little handier and 
worked with great satisfaction. I remembered Dickens' 
"'tis dogged does it" and my spirits rose as I got the knack 
of drawing back the big saw. Jim, who was engaged in cut- 
ting limbs from a green live oak, which is much less tough. 



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and which I disapprove of entirely, some distance off, came and 

expressed great anxiety lest I overexert myself and said, 

"Let me finish it, Miss Patience, you'll be here till dark," 

but I proudly declined, and to his and my amazement I had 

the back log off in half an hour. 

"Now," I said, "if I who have never handled a saw before 

in my life, can cut that log, seven inches in diameter, which 

has been here since the storm of '93, and rings like metal 

when you strike it, in half an hour, you and Joe Kelt should 

be able to cut those logs of the same size from those oaks 

which are rotting a little, in ten minutes, and by giving a 

day to it, the house will be supplied with back logs for 

two months at least." 

January 10. 

I ventured to church in spite of rain which did not amount 
to much. A little stiff and painful from my prowess with 
saw yesterday, but would not for worlds acknowledge it to 
any one. Had my iron log brought in and set up in the 
piazza, and shall put a geranium on it as a pedestal. I am 
so proud of it I cannot think of burning it up. 

I hear that Gibbie has moved off of the place, has left 
without paying his rent. He came on the 16th, and paid 
one dollar on his rent for October, the rent being $1.25 a 
month, and he says he gets one dollar a day for his work. 
He assured me that it was impossible for him to pay more 
until some mythical time when he would be paid off and pay 
the rest to date. Now he has slipped away without paying 
at all. I have written to see if I can get it from his em- 
ployer. Now comes his brother David to tell me he is go- 
ing — he pays me $2.25 which leaves $6.50 still due me. I 
made him give me his note payable by April first for that. 
I do not doubt April first was a most suitable date and that 
it will be a proper celebration of the day as April fool. 
Chloe's indignation is great for she knows how often I have 



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helped them in sickness and how patiently I have waited on 
them. She burst out, "De good yu do, de t'enksyu git, how 
yu help dem po' mudder tru' she long sickness an' tribulation ! 
but w'at better kin you 'spec f'um run-way nigger fam'bly ?" 
I seemed surprised at this and said, "What do you mean, 
Chloe?" "Miss Pashuns, you don' know dem kum frum 
run-way nigger fam'bly?" 

"No," I answered, " I never heard of such a thing." 
"Well, den, I'll tell you. W'en I bin a small gal, bin a 
min' chill'un ne* street, my grandpa Moses bin one o' ole 
Maussa fo'man — him had one gang o' twenty man, en Daddy 
Sam, Bonapaa't pa, had de oder gang, en dem uster bery 
proud o' dem gang, en dem gang used to run race fo' wuk. 
Well, my grandpa had Gibbie grandpa een him gang — 'e 
name was Able, but Able neber love wuk — soon as de 
springtime cum en dem biggin fo' staat for plant crap. Able 
n'used to run way ; ebery year de same t'ing — en dat used 
to mek de gang mad, kase dem had for du him wuk. You 
onderstan ', Miss Patience, dem had to share him task between 
dem, fu' extry. One time Able bin gone six mont' — de 
'hole summa' en Maussa bin a fret, say somet'ing mus' be 
happen to Able, 'kase him always did cum home befo' col' 
wedder en now de wuk all dun, en de tetta dun dig een, en 
we de fix fu' winta! One day de chill'un bin a play in de 
street en Able gal com on contac' wid anoda' gal, en dem 
bigin fu' sass one nudda. De oda gal say, ' I'se betta'n yu 
any way. I'se got Pa, en yu ain' got no Pa.' Den Able 
gal mek answa, ' I is got Pa.' De oda gal say, 'How cum 
' nobody see yu Pa? No, yu ain't got no Pa.' 'I is 
got Pa, I tell yu.' 'W'ey yu Pa? ef yu got um.' 'My 
Pa dey up loft een a barrel.' De oder gal tell him pa dat 
night, en him gone straight en toll my grandpa, en de nex' 
mo'nin dem tell ]\Ir. Flowers en him tek my grandpa Moses 

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en gone to Able house, en dem gone up een de loft, en dey 
tru'es you born, was Able cumfutable een a big rice barrel ! 
You know dem was big barrel dat time fu' hoi' six hund'ed 
pound. Wen dem tek Able to Maussa him say, 'Well boy, 
I'm sorry you kyant mek up yu min' to wuk for me, you'se 
de only run-way I'se eber had, an' if you don' want to stay en 
wuk fu' me, I'll hav' to sell you I suppose.' Now, Miss 
Pashuns, yu see Gibbie cum f 'um run-way stock, en all o' dem 
is triflin' no-count people." 

Poor Gibbie, I didn't know his ancestral weaknesses, but 
I recognize the type — quitters all — start with a flourish, 
but soon leave the track. His mother came of better stock, 
she was a faithful worker ; it is the father, whose name I always 
spell "Pshaw" because it describes him, who transmits the 
blood Chloe so scorns. I always have had a weak spot for 
Gibbie, and now I am more than ever conscious of it. Who of 
us rises above his inherited weaknesses ? Not all, certainly. 

Monday. 

After all the agitation of Gibbie's disappearance by night, 

he has returned and entreated me to forgive him, and greatly 

to Chloe's disgust I have clone so and he is back in the stable 

and I am thankful to have him there. 

Tuesday. 

As it is impossible for me to stand driving Marietta on foot, 
I had Gibbie lead her, sitting behind the buckboard, in which 
I drove her mother. It is absolutely important that she 
should go out on the public road every day and get accus- 
tomed to the sights — to-day I tried the experiment. She 
went well until I took up the whip, and then she drew back 
and Gil:>bie had to get off. I drove on slowly, and fortunately 
it happened, for just before I reached the bridge I met a 
white-covered wagon — those country wagons, which, seen 
so 'often in the mountains, are rare here, and Ruth was very 
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If a young man who was sitting by the driver had not 
got out and led her past I do not know what would have 
happened. I drove on over the bridge and then back to find 
what had become of Gibbie and Marietta. I found them still 
fighting, but after a little patting and talking to, Marietta 
allowed him to sit on the buckboard and lead her. I went 
about eight miles, and I hope after this I will have no trouble. 

January 11. 

Drove Ruth again with Gibbie sitting on back of buck- 
board leading Marietta. She fought a little about turning 
down the road, but went ten miles after that at a good rapid 
pace and gave no trouble, so that I was greatly surprised 
this evening when Gibbie asked for a few words and said : 
"I do' wan' to hab' no'tin' mo' fur do wid de colt. I 
weary wid 'um, en I do' wan' you for call me no mo'. I dis- 
couridge 'bout 'um." 

I laughed at him about it, but I found he was in earnest 
and that there was something I did not understand. I said, 
''You know the colt does not like Dab, and she likes and 
knows you. When I got Jim to handle her for the month he 
was here, I would have liked him to take Dab with him to 
drive Marietta, but he said Dab was not quick enough, and 
she did not know him — she knows you because you feed her. 
Now, are you willing for me to go out with only Dab 
to help me with her?" He only mumbled something about 
being "discouridge," and I let him go. 

January 12. 
It is a perfect spring day ; it is hard to believe we have two 
months of winter yet. Of course I could not give up taking 
Marietta out because of Gibbie's whim, so I ordered the buck- 
board with Ruth, and Marietta with halter to lead behind 
as usual, and seeing by his stolid, sulky expression that 



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Gibbie had not changed his mind I called Dab to lead 
Marietta. We got off better than I had expected, Gibbie 
looking on with a Mephisto expression. Things went very 
well until we had gone about half a mile, when an old mammy 
with a shining tin bucket in her hand came out of a side road. 
She made me a deep curtsy and went on, I supposed, when 
I heard her exclaim, "My lawd, 'e git 'way," and looking 
back I saw Marietta flying down the road, with the long 
halter twisting about and Dab in hot pursuit. What was I 
to do ? Ruth will not stand. I got out and took the halter 
and laboriously sought a tree which would suit by the road- 
side and tied her. Then I flew down the road, calling to Dab 
to come back and not pursue the colt. At last he heard, and 
I sent him to stand by Ruth and I walked rapidly after ]\Ia- 
rietta. She was out of sight, but at last I came to the place 
where she was grazing by the road. When she first saw me 
she moved off, but I stood still and called her to me with many 
blandishments and promises, and she came quietly up to 
me, let me take the halter and lead her back to where the 
buckboard waited. 

I charged Dab not to let it happen again, and we drove 
on without further adventure. I told Dab he need not 
mention his great carelessness to any one ; that I was too 
much ashamed of it to wish it known. I hope Gibbie will 
never know, as we came home all serene, having been to 
Miss Penelope's and made many necessary purchases. 

January 13. 

When I went to the stable this morning Gibbie had already 
taken Marietta and led her down the road with the blind bridle 
on ! I was greatly surprised and amused. He had thought 
to scare me, thinking I would not be willing to take the colt 
out without him, but having failed in that he has returned 
to his allegiance to her. Jim put a bridle on her without 



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blinkers, and it has made her very difficult to manage. I 
have not been able to use a whip at all. I cannot lift my 
hand to my head without her jumping, so that I am perfectly 
delighted that Gibbie put the other bridle on her. I do hope 
I can soon have the harness, which has gone to be mended, 
so that I can drive her again. 

January 18. 

Went to Casa Bianca, where things are in a bad way — 
the hands positively refuse to come out to work when called 
by Nat. There is no one I can think of whom I could make 
foreman. Nat works faithfully himself and keeps his ac- 
counts straight, and if the hands will not accept him they 
will have to go. From the time Marcus left they have done 
nothing. They planted five acres of rice-land apiece, but 
did not work it at all, so that they did not pay their rent, and 
I know they would do worse this year. It has proved a 
splendid crop year, and they could get $1.15 a bushel for 
their rice, but they have none, because they were too lazy 
to work it. They grumbled and jawed about "not takkin' 
orders from de young man I put in charge," and when I 
asked point-blank if they refused to take orders from my fore- 
man they answered that they did, and I told them to leave. 

These men will go to my neighbors, who will be glad to 
have them, and I trust they will improve and get back to 
the point they had reached when Marcus left. It seems a 
pity to have such beautiful lands as I have there, lie idle for 
want of hands. 

I told Nat to do the best he could with the few left and to 
exact a shad a week from the fishermen who are now spread- 
ing their nets in the river just in front of the house. 

January 23. 

Got into road cart at the front door and drove Marietta 
down the avenue for the first time. She went well ; it was 



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very hot and she was in a great heat when we got home. 
Went down the road to the log school-house, and no well- 
broken horse could have done better. With joy I gave her 
her two quarts of oats mixed with hot water and soda ; this 
has nearly cured the lampas from which she was suffering. 
Waited dinner till 4 : 30 o'clock, expecting Mr. G., but he did 
not come. 

January 25. 

The hands all pulling corn-stalks ; Gibbie hauling manure 
to corn-fields. I did not stop him to drive Marietta until 
1 o'clock. She behaved very badly at the turn of the road 
going to Peaceville ; she wheeled suddenly and reared at 
nothing that I could see. Gibbie held on to his seat. He 
said, "'E smell goat, I smell um meself." I think she was 
provoked at not getting out sooner — we generally go just 
after breakfast. Went on to Peaceville and made a visit, 
but she was very ticklish all the time and on the way home 
she tried to rmi twice. As we got nearer home she quieted 
down, and I knew she was thinking of the oats, but I did 
not give it to her, for she understands perfectly. To-night 
I finished the first volume of the "Life of George Ehot," 
by J. W. Cross, which Mr. G. lent me. My sympathy with 
her is great. A grand woman in mind and heart. Such a 
misfortune she should have fallen under the Bray influence. 

January 26. 

A most exquisite sky at 6 a.m. and a wonderful sunrise. 
Thank God for all His beauty ! 

Drove Marietta down and took lunch at Mrs. H.'s. She 
went beautifully. Stood quietly the hour I was there, 
scarcely moving, and was as gay as possible at the end of 
the sixteen-mile drive, and I gave her her reward with de- 
light. 



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February 2. 
Have had the pleasure of a friend staying with me, and my 
diary is blank in consequence. While my friend was here 
I could not drive Marietta and very much feared that the 
week's idleness would make her unwilling to go quietly this 
morning, but she did remarkably well. We just escaped 
terrible danger in the shape of a party of boys driving a team 
of goats. I saw them in the distance and was wondering 
what I should do, when they turned off into another road. 
Coming home for the first time she had to come behind a 
buggy, which passed me while I was stopping at the post- 
office. She did not mind it at all. It was a great satisfaction 
to me, as the occupant of the buggy was one of my dear 
neighbors who had predicted terrible things if I undertook 
to break the colt, and had said, "My dear Mrs. Pennington, 
at your age you ought to have more sense than to do such a 
foolish thing." 

Cherokee, February 18. 

Drove Marietta this morning and she behaved like a fiend. 
With all my heart I thank the good Father for his great 
mercy to me. 

She started off pretty well, though I felt a subtle something 
unusual about her. 

In a woman it would be called "nerves." About a mile 
up the road she had settled into the long, swinging trot, when 
through the pine woods running toward us I saw two little 
darkies in startlingly red frocks and startlingly white pinafores. 
This only was needed to upset her. She jumped, she pitched, 
she went from side to side of the road, but she did not get 
away from me, and after a little fight she quieted down, 
and I called the two little girls, who stood dismayed near the 
road, to me and talked to them, as that is always the most 
quieting thing to her. She seems to listen eagerly, as if try- 



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ing to understand. After a few seconds we went on, very 
gingerly at first, but soon she resumed her beautiful level 
trot, head up, nostrils distended, and speed gradually in- 
creasing as we went on. It was delightful, and with a sigh 
of relief I shook dull care from me and gave myself up to the 
enjoyment of the moment — the perfect day, the battle 
won, and the beautiful, sleek bay creature, whose every pulse 
and thought I seemed to feel. Suddenly I saw fifty feet 
ahead at the opening of the Hasty Point avenue, where the 
grass stood high, two black heads rise above the brown, 
waving sedge a second and as suddenly disappear. Just 
as I saw them Marietta did. She stopped short, almost 
throwing me on to her back. Then, quick as lightning, 
wheeled and bolted, putting the left wheel into the deep ditch, 
throwing me so far out on that side, that my ear felt the 
wind of the wheel, and was spattered with mud though not 
cut. Luckily I had a firm grip on the rein with my right 
hand, and having learned to ride by balance, I did not 
go out, and my whole weight going on that rein, pulled the 
left wheel out of the ditch as she ran, but it was a near 
thing, and God's great mercy. She ran half a mile before 
I could pull her down, then I turned and drove her back, 
finding Gibbie on the way. He was thrown off when 
she wheeled, and of course could never catch up. I 
drove her ten miles and then up the avenue, where she had 
been frightened. The two boys (16 and 18), who had caused 
the trouble, came up to me and. begged my pardon. I spoke 
severely to them, for some years ago I remember they 
scared the mail man's horse in the same way, and so could 
not plead ignorance. He, being a man of action, shot at 
them, frightening them terribly, and yet they have done 
exactly the same thing again, though a man who passed 
them in a buggy, warned them that I was coming Avith 
the colt. 



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February 20. 
It rained yesterday, so that I could not drive Marietta, 
as I wanted to do, but I took her out immediately after 
breakfast this morning. I could not go as far as I wanted 
because about four miles clown the road I found all the woods 
on fire, so I turned before she got too frightened. She was 
very good, so I gave her both oats and potatoes when we got 
home. To-morrow is our rector's Sunday and he is to stay 
with me. I will have to use both buckboards. I had Bona- 
parte put a new seat to the old one, and it looked so badly 
that I could not resist painting it when I got back from driv- 
ing Marietta, thinking I would have time if I worked rapidly 
to get through before Mr. G. arrived. I was so absorbed 
that I did not hear the noise of the rowboat coming, and so 
he found me in my big apron hard at work. I was sorry to 
be caught, but the job was finished and looked very fine — 

at least to my eyes. 

Sunday, F'ebruary 21. 

A very pleasant service. Mr. G. was to go on to the mis- 
sion service for the pineland people in the woods about nine 
miles away, so he lunched in Peaceville and I returned home. 
As soon as I got in the gate Chloe called out "Good news/' 
and I found to my delight that A. had run down from his 
legislative duties to make me a little visit. Such a pleasure ! 

February 23. 
Got up at 3 : 30 to have coffee and toast for A. to go out 
ducking. If you do not go early there is no use to go duck- 
ing at all. We had lunch at twelve, and then I drove him 
to Gregory to take the afternoon train. He got twelve 
English ducks, which looked very imposing as he got on the 
train. 

February 26. 

One of the road cart wheels is dangerous, so I had Romola 
put in and took my side-saddle along, and drove up to a 



298 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

man about six miles away and left the cart to be mended. 
Dab swung on the little shelf behind and saddled Romola for 
me, then walked home while I rode around by Peaceville 
for the mail. It was a long fatiguing day, but beautiful, the 
only drawback being that Don, my splendid red setter, came 
upon a swarm of little pigs about three days old and killed 
one of the tiny things, and the old woman to whom they be- 
longed was much distressed. I gave her what I had in my 
purse, but it was not much, and that pig meant such immense 
hopes ! I felt for her — oh, the pitiful little realities on 
which we build such towering hopes ! 

March 1. 

I took the whole household down to Casa Bianca to-day 
— Chloe, Patty, and Dab — for I was giving a luncheon. It 
was a charming day and the place looked fascinating to me, 
and every one said the same thing. I took out and used 
all my beautiful china, which I rarely do, because it is such 
a critical business to get it all washed up and put away be- 
fore leaving. That is why I took Chloe ; that, and the hope 
of getting a shad fresh from the river and having it planked. 
One of the guests was from the North and I wanted her to 
taste it fresh from the water, but alas ! Nat was so occupied 
getting himself dressed in a stiffly starched shirt and other 
unusual adornments that he did not get the shad. I was 
greatly disappointed, but we went after lunch down to the 
river in front of the house and saw some caught, and we each 

carried one home with us. 

March 3. 

Have not been able to drive Marietta, because the road 
cart had gone to be mended, but to-day sent Dab up to get 
it. Have had a great deal to worry me. I had a letter 
from the matron to tell me that my poor, dear little darky 
Rab is ill of typhoid pneumonia. She says he calls for me 
all the time, and asked her every day if she had written, so 



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she had to write. Last week I sold a steer to a man for $13. 
He declared he had the money or I would not have sold the 
steer. To-day he arrived, bringing $4, with voluminous 
promises of the rest in a month's time — it will probably 




I took Chloe to Casa Bianca to serve luncheon. 

be six months before I see the rest of the money if ever, and 
now I want to send money for Rab's illness. 

March 5. 

I sewed until 11 : 30 and then Gibbie brought the colt. 
It was a perfect day and a joy to be going out with Marietta 
again. She threatened trouble at the gate, but Gibbie ran 
to her head and I gave her one or two sharp cuts with the 
whip and she went on, rather sulkily however, so I had 
Gibbie walk ahead as far as the bridge, but did not see until 
I was just up to the bridge a huge flat with a house on it, a 



300 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

great smoke coming out of a pipe on top, half under the bridge. 
I called to the man angrily to come out and speak. Marietta 
seemed squatting with a view to some desperate action, and 
there was nothing I could do. I could not force her over 
the bridge in a state of fright — it would have been most 
unwise — it would have been equally unwise to turn around 
even if I could have done it, so I appeared to have forgotten 
her and told the man it was against the law to tie his flat 
under the bridge in that way, that it was enough to frighten 
any horse, and that was actionable, and besides that it was 
very bad for the bridge, which was a great expense to the 
county, so that he could be indicted on two counts. I was 
delighted with my fluency and at its effect on the man, but 
kept my eye on Marietta, who was on the point of wheeling 
but was too much interested to carry out her intention. 
The darky was most apologetic and polite and explained that 
it was not by his desire he was a fixture under the bridge, 
but that he had stuck there as he tried to get through. 
"Worse and worse," I said, "as the tide rises you will carry 
off the bridge entirely !" 

He did not know that I was talking really for the galleries, 
which meant the colt, though I felt provoked with the man 
for trying to get under the bridge with a fiat too broad and 
a two-story house, you might say, on top — my own bridge 
over the same creek had been carried off in that way two or 
three years ago, and I found it would cost $200, too much, 
to have it put back, so that my sheep and cattle are entirely 
cut off from 300 acres of woods pasture, and that is a great 
loss to me ; still I know too well the futility of words under 
such circumstances and it was merely to make time for Mari- 
etta to take in the unusual sight — ■ the man explained that 
he hoped the tide would not rise any more and that when it 
began to fall he would try to back out and not undertake to 
get through again. I asked if there was any one else in the 



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flat. He said yes. "Tell them to come out and let me see 
them and hear their names." So a man and a boy came out 
and stood on top of the house in the smoke and I lectured 
them as to the great blessing of having sense and using it. 
By this time Marietta was so deeply interested that she re- 
laxed entirely and at once I shook the reins and told her to 
go over, which she did as quietly as possible, which I think 
was wonderful. I don't believe any power would have taken 
either of the other horses over, but Marietta is so reasonable. 
I took a long drive and by the time I came back the flat 
had gone. 

March 7. 

Had another letter from matron of Jenkin's establishment 
saying Rab is better but very weak and always calling for 
"Miss Pashun," and I have made up my mind as soon as I 
think he is strong enough to go down and bring him home. 
I have for a long time been suffering from a tooth, but felt 
it a great extravagance to make a trip simply to go to the 
dentist, but now that I must bring Rab home I will combine 
the two. I have been very worried about money and very 

miserable. 

March 9. 

Took the party down to Casa Bianca for the day, which we 
all enjoyed. Just as we got to the gate in the very narrow 
lane bordered with rose-bushes on each side, which takes the 
place of avenue at Casa Bianca, met a very large white-cov- 
ered country wagon with four horses driven by two white 
men. The horses were terrified and it was very hard to get 
by without breaking up things, 

I asked the men what they were doing in there, as it was 
strictly private property, and not on the way anywhere. 
The men were surly and refused to answer, and when I asked 
what they had in the wagon they still refused to answer 
and were disposed to be rude. 



302 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

I have been much tried by having the plants in my once 
beautiful garden carried away and I feared this was a dep- 
redation. I stepped out of the buckboard, in which I was 
driving behind the wagon with the wise men, and walking 
to the great covered wagon parted the flaps and looked in. 
This seemed to enrage the man who appeared the owner, and 
we had quite a scene. 

I was completely satisfied by my inspection, and when I 
explained my motive for wishing to know the contents the 
huge, florid wagoner seemed quite ashamed of himself for 
not having given a civil answer to my question as to what 
had taken them so far off the public highway and into my 
private grounds. He now vouchsafed the answer that he 
had gone in to buy a shad, and with many apologies on his 
part and much admiration of the beauty of the place we 
parted. 

My wise men were most enthusiastic over the garden, 
where the camellias were in full bloom, though the azaleas 
were not yet out — Mr. Poinsett planted this garden some- 
where between 1830 and 1835, was a scientific gardener and 
brought many rare plants from Mexico, among others the 
gorgeous Flor de la Noche Buena, which has borne in this 
country the name Poinsettia in his honor. There is very 
little left of the original garden, only the camellia bushes 
which have gro\vn into trees and the Olia fragrans, Magnolia 
purpuria, and Pyrus Japonica. The cloth of gold, Lamarque 
and other roses which grew rampantly, rejoicing in congenial 
soil, have been carried off from time to time by visitors, and 
the hedge of azaleas has been almost destroyed in the same 
way. 

Nat is watchman there, but of course he cannot prevent 
such things ; he can only remonstrate. Thus far he has 
been able to protect the house. 

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much impressed by the books, prints, etc., which have been 
shut for thirty years in the house and of course moth and 
rust have corrupted and done their work. As he looked over 
them he got quite excited and said : — 

"Mrs. Pennington, say the word and I will send to Gregory 
and get boxes — this young man can go at once for them — • 
and I will pack all these things for you and ship them to the 
north and sell them for you to the best advantage." 

When I demurred he added : "It shan't cost you a cent; 
it will be a pleasure to me to attend to it. These things in- 
terest me and I cannot bear to see them perish. They are 
valuable and could bring .you in a good sum." 

I said: "I am much touched at your kindness, Mr. S., 
and thank you very much for your offer. I think you greatly 
exaggerate the value of these things. I sent on some of the 
most valuable this year to New York and got a pitiable 
result in money. I knew those things to have a value of 
about $600 at the least and I got $100. 

"You would take all the trouble and expense of packing 
and transporting these things and when you went to dispose 
of them you would find nobody wanted to give anything 
for them, and the greater part would be treated as rubbish. 
You would be embarrassed by your effort to do a kindness. 

"No, let them stay where they are, where they have a 
right to be, and where if they are rubbish, they are at least 
rubbish dear to my heart." 

It was hard to make him accept a refusal of his kind offer. 
It is not the first time that offer has been made to me. I 
greatly appreciate the kindness which prompts such active 
interest, but I cannot accept it. 

I cannot place my dear old possessions in such a position. 
Let them grow old comfortably unexposed to comment and 
criticism and above all appraisement. I do not defend my 
position — it is unreasoning and I suppose unreasonable ; 



304 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

but unfortunately I am made that way. Mr. S., who is a 

practical and very kindly soul, was quite distressed at his 

failure to convince me. The commercial instinct is lacking 

in me altogether, I fear. 

Cherokee, Sunday. 

It was a great effort to go to church this morning, but I 
went and was rewarded. I enjoyed the service, and the short 
sermon was beautiful, on the 22d chapter of Genesis — Abra- 
ham's call to sacrifice his son, his only son, Isaac. It seems 
Isaac means laughter. Abraham in his great joy at this 
unexpected and belated blessing called the child Laughter. 
That makes the story more wonderful. 

Gregory, Monday. 

By to-day's mail I got a letter to say that Rab had been 
sitting up a week and for two days had been out of the house, 
so I suddenly made up my mind, ordered the buckboard, and 
told Bonaparte to prepare to go with me and drove down. 

I had two delays on the road, one of about ten minutes at 
the ferry, and as I had left very late I missed the train by 
three minutes. I had driven six miles in a pouring rain. 
As it was bright when I left, and my buggy umbrella is faded 
and torn I had left, that good friend at home, so I had to 
take the rain protected only by a small umbrella. And 
then to come to a hotel where there was no fire or means of 
warming ! 

However, these are occasions for showing one's philosophy, 
and I have not fretted at all, but amused myself imagining 
what it would be to live in a hotel, or hostelry of any sort, 
permanently. The thought made my strenuous, and some- 
times a little hard, life seem ideal in spite of its limitations. 

Cherokee, March 19. 
Returned from Carrollton last night and was most pleas- 
antly entertained at Woodstock. Brought poor, thin, shaky 



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little Rab up as far as Gregory, having written to Jim to 
meet him at the train and take him to his house for the 
night. 

The child seemed overjoyed to be coming home. Dab 
brought the buckboard and pair to Woodstock, without any 
catastrophe, at 10 o'clock. I drove into Gregory to Jim's 
house to pick up Rab. 

I found him still beaming in a very feeble black way, and 
still grasping the coverless shoe box with which he had ap- 
peared at the station. Jim's wife said she had been glad to 
have him spend the night there, and her mother, who be- 
longed to one of our most trusted families in the far past, 
came out and gave me a very beautiful blessing, which went 
to my heart, and at the same time made me laugh, as she 
began : — 

"Po' little man ! will ondertak t'ing too big fur um ! But 
de Lawd'll bless um all de same," and so on indefinitely. 

When we reached Cherokee the mystery of the shoe box 
was revealed. With trembling fingers Rab unrolled a gor- 
geous cup and saucer, rose adorned and with a heavy gilt 
band, which he presented most awkwardly to Chloe, and 
after some fumbling in the newspapers of the box produced 
a mint candy basket filled with broken bits of candy which he 
poked into Dab's hands. The effect was dramatic. 

Chloe had not pretended to be glad of Rab's return, and 
her greeting had been cool, to say the least. Now she was 
so surprised as to be quite overcome. Dab had said to his 
confidants that as soon as I brought Rab home he would 
leave, for he knew he could not keep good with Rab here. 
The candy had a most pleasing effect upon him, so poor little 
Rab had a cordial home-coming at last. 

When I went to the orphanage to see him and the arrange- 
ments were made for him to meet me the next day at the 
train his look of tremulous joy at the prospect of going 



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"home" was very pathetic to me, for I knew I was the only 
creature who would greet him with pleasure there. I took 
out a quarter from my very empty purse and said : — 

"Wouldn't you like to buy a present to take to Chloe and 
Dab?" 

He answered with delight that he would. When he met 
me at the station with the very respectable and pleasant 
matron, his well-worn valise beside him very much stuffed 
out and the shoe box covered with newspaper tightly held in 
his hand, I supposed that was his lunch, but at Lane's when 

I asked him if he had any lunch he answered no, and I gave 
him some of mine. I wondered over the contents of the very 
unhandy package, but did not inquire about it. 

I was greatly pleased at the success of his offerings and I 

think he chose very well. 

Cherokee, March 20. 

Wrote furiously for the mail, and by the time it came at 

II had ready letters containing checks to pay off all my 
debts, which is an immense comfort, though accomplished 
by the sale of things very dear to me. I am thankful now 
that is over. 

I wanted to drive the colt, but felt too weak and worth- 
less, not to say confused and discouraged, to attempt it. 

March 21. 

Drove Marietta to Peaceville and then in to Miss Penel- 
ope's, making about ten miles. She wanted to fight twice, 
but when I spoke to her and said "Mind your oats" she 
steadied herself and went beautifully, and I had the pleas- 
ure of giving her a generous portion of oats. 

Gibbic gets out fifteen ears of corn for her at a feed, but 
I fear me she never gets more than five. The product of 
the patch behind his house planted in corn is unlimited. He 
is still selling corn weekly, ostensibly from it. 



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Bought fishing tackle, Hnes and hooks from Miss Penelope 
this morning and hired old Tiny to come and fix up the lines 
and go out fishing with Rab, hoping for a fish now and then 
to eat, and that it would prove a most peaceful, healthful 
way for Rab to pass his time, until he gets stronger. 

March 22. 

Went out to street to visit Gibbie and see if he was really 
ill or not. Found him sitting by the fire. I don't know 
whether there is anything the matter or not. Went to see 
Elihu's little daughter Juno, who is in a very bad way, so 
weak and emaciated that it is painful to see her. 

March 23. 

Ransom came to-day for money due him for making the 
chimney for the house I had fixed for poor Elihu to move 
the remnant of his family back home. I can ill afford it, but 
I thought the march of death might be impeded by their 
coming back where they were born, and besides I can help 
them by sending things to the ailing ones. 

Ransom talked a great deal. I sympathized with him 
in the death of his grandchildren, Estelle's children. They 
seem to have developed a new disease which has puzzled 
the doctors — some acute condition of the eyes, inflamma- 
tion producing blindness and eventually death. We have 
had for some years a clever graduate of Johns Hopkins in this 
region who is making a study of malarial diseases. He went 
North three months ago, and one of the negroes telling me 
of an illness when they had to do without the doctor, there 
being none within fourteen miles, said with an air of inti- 
mate understanding : — 

"We doctor gone fu' lam fu' scrape eye. 'E say him don' 
kno' nuff 'bout dat, say him neber larn fu' scrape eye yet." 

Ransom talked on, giving me the news of the colored world 



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and the crops, etc. It consumes much time, but I try to 
lend a wiUing ear. Finally he said : — 

"Miss Pashuns, I got a great tenks to gi'e you. You 
don' me a great good. Maybe you don' fu'git, but I 'mem- 
ber. You kno' dat time I bin een sitch big distruss ? I los' 
me wife, I los' me ox, I los' me cow, en I come to you fu' 
help, en you mek answer en say: 'Ransom,' says you, 'I 
ain't got no money to gi'e you, but I kin p'int you to help. 
Wot's happen to you is happen befo' to anoder puson. Now 
you go home en tek yo' Bible down en look fu' de book o' 
Job, en you mek a prayer to de Almighty to open yo' mind 
fu' onderstan', en you read de book o' Job en study ober him.' 

"Dat was yo' discose to me, en I gon right home en I tek 
down me Bible, en I fin' de Book o' Job ; en, Miss Pashuns, 
I was dat 'stonish ! Dey was all me feelin's, en all me suf- 
ferin's, en eben all me wud, rite dey; en I read, en I read 
tell de kumfut kum to me. En, Miss Pashuns, ma'am, my 
min' bekum quiet en happy en I neber is fret sence. So dat 
wus a presunt yu mek me dat time abuv gol', kase 'e kyant 
loss." 

I was greatly amazed and touched, and I said : — 

"Well, Ransom, you have returned the gift to me, and I 
thank you, for I have been terribly worried and harassed in 
mind and spirit, and you have brought to my mind where 
I can find help. I will turn to the Book of Job myself to- 
day." 

Having begun on a real discourse, Ransom was not will- 
ing to stop. He went on : — 

"Anoder t'ing I wants to tell you, Miss Pashuns. Las' 
Sunday week five o' we mens, all mauss nigger [negroes 
once owned by the same person ; it is a bond of fellowship], 
meet in de road, en Joseph say : — 

"'I wants to tell unna ob a wision I had. Las' nite I 
wake wid a big light een de rum, en I rub me eye en I look, 



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en dey I see ole Miss ; 'e stan' en 'e look on me — 'e look 
nyung, 'mos' like a gal, but you cud tell rite off 'twas ole 
Miss, kase 'e had de full look o' she een 'e eye, en 'e dress 
was all w'ite en shine same like lightnin' ; 'e wus too butiful. 
I look en I was dumb; 'e neber say not'ing, 'e jes' look at 
me so kynd en den 'e fade 'way. 
Now I wan' to kno' wha' dat sig- 
nify. 'Tis a tokin fu' sartain, but 
wha' does 'e signify ? ' 

''En I mek answer een dese 
wud : ' My bruder, 'e is a tokin 
f 'r good sho'ly. Ole Miss is een 
Heben es sho' es you bawn.' 
En 'e say, 'Yo t'ink so? Yo' 
t'ink ole Miss is een Heben ? ' 

"En I mek answer en says, 
'Ef ole Miss ain't een Heben, 
den no mortal man or 'oman 
ain't dere. Now, Joseph, you 
kyas yo' mind back, en reco- 
member how ole Miss fight wid we all fu' teach we, f'um de 
time him married ole Maussa — en dem was nyung den, en 
'twas my pa dem bin teach den — ebry libing Sunday ole 
Miss hab ebery chile on de whole plantation en teech dem. 
Fust 'e teech " Our Fader praise," den de Ten Kummanment, 
den de "I belieb" praise, den w'en we kno' all dat, sose we 
kin say um widout stop, den 'e teech de wud o' de blessed 
Sabior, chapter at a time, till all we chillum w'at cudn't read, 
we hab we head chock full o' Scriptur. 

"' Now w'en we dun say we Katakism den up kum Maum 
Mary wid de big cake een de wheelbarrer, en ole Miss kut 
um 'eself, en gib eech chile a big slice. I neber tas' sech 
cake sence, 'e had su much aig, en su much sugar, en su much 
short'nin' 'e mek me mout' water now, w'en I t'ink pun um. 




" I uad tell de kumfut kum to 
me. " 



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"*Now, Joseph, I ax you if ole Miss ent mek she title clear 
to him manshim een de sky ? 'E cud a bin a sleep, or 'e 
cud a bin a dribe out een de open karrige fu', wisit she fren', 
or 'e cud a bin a eat cake sheself, but no, Sunday afta' Sun- 
day, kump'ny or no kump'ny, fo' o'clock Sunday ebning 
yu'le fin' ole Miss een de church Maussa build een de abenue, 
wid f'um fifty to one hund'rd chillum de wrastle wid dem 
ondirstand'in'. 

*"I kin read now, but my breder, all de fulness o' my min' 
kum f'um dem Bible wud dat I got. I don't need no spec- 
tacle, I don't need no light, I kin jes' pore out de Scriptur to 
eny po' sinna I meets nedin' um.'" 

I cannot give any idea of the balm these simple words 
brought to my bruised and wounded spirit. I thanked Ran- 
som with all my heart for his beautiful, earnest testimony to 
my dear mother's unwavering devotion to her duty as she 
saw it, from the time she came to the plantation as a bride of 
nineteen. 

Before going Ransom wished me many blessings, and 
wound up by saying, " Miss Pashuns, I hope you is conwert ? " 

Quite alarmed, I asked him what he meant. 

"I mean I hope you's got religion, ma'am." 

"Oh, Ransom, I hope so." 

"Well, ma'am, I'm glad to hear it, en I hope 'tis true." 

He did not seem to feel quite satisfied about it, which was a 
great shock. I know, measured by the standard he had in 
mind, I fall very short. I must fly to Job at once. 

Cherokee, March 24. 

I have had the great pleasure of a short visit from my 
friend M. T. She had only a few days of rest from her work 
in the East Side Settlement House, and to my refreshment 
and delight she came to me. I love to hear of all the wonder- 
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On Thursday I had a most surprising letter from an un- 
known friend in New York, saying she had become interested 
in the children of my Sunday-schools and asking if she might 
send some little Easter presents for them. It was so un- 
expected and so delightful ! I had no thought of being able 
to get anything for the children. 

I wrote her at once, giving a list of the children of the three 
distinct classes in which I am interested. There is the class 
of little gentlefolk in the hamlet of Peaceville whom I teach 
in summer first, then the larger class at St. Peter's Mission 
Church out in the pine woods. These are the children of 
the white workers in turpentine. Finally there are the little 
darkies on the plantation whom I teach in winter, when I 
can get them. Their o^vn churches, Methodist and Baptist, 
are very jealous and discourage their coming. 

I wrote Miss W. that I sent them all, so that she could 
choose the class to which she would send presents, and told 
her how to address the package. 

It rained heavily in the afternoon. Gibbie did not come, 
so I had to milk. I was perfectly delighted, because I got 
more milk from Winnie than either Gibbie or Dab has been 
getting. When I was in the mountains one summer I took 
regular lessons in milking, for the mountain folk milk beauti- 
fully, whereas the negroes are generally poor milkers. They 
never can take all the milk, and if you do not keep the calf to 
take the balance when the milking is over, the cow will go 
dry in a very short time. Leave a pint to-day and to-mor- 
row there is that much less, and so on, a pint less every day. 
The cow is soon only fit to turn out to pasture. 

You cannot teach what you do not yourself understand, so 
I took milking lessons, and as a teacher have been rather a 
success, but have been generally greatly mortified at the 
results of my efforts at milking myself. Hence my pride 
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cannot milk, she draws the line there, and Bonaparte is still 
working on the pineland house four miles away, and does not 
come to the yard at all. 

After taking the milk to the house I went to the barn-yard 
and fed the oxen. ; Gib- 
bie had taken them out ..;^ 

of the plough and turned 
them out in the rain with 
nothing to eat and had 
gone home. I gave them 

a good supper and then ^ 

went home, changed my ^ " -^^^^^^^^^^JT — -*= - 
wet clothes, and had my oibbie arid the oxen, 

tea and toast and then 
a delightful evening reading "The Power of Silence." A 

wonderful book, to my mind. 

March 25. 

Good Friday. B. and her dear little party arrived safely 

at 1 o'clock. It had poured all night and part of the morning, 

so I was anxious about them. The children are lovely, the 

baby like a sweet flower with her heaven touched blue eyes. 

Unfortunately their trunks went astray in some way and Dab 

returned with the wagon empty, except for the baby carriage. 

Easter Sunday, March 27. 

A beautiful day and charming service. The collection was 
for missions and our delight was great at finding it was a little 
over $12. It will pay up our apportionment. I drove our 
rector to church in Peaceville and then let him have the buck- 
board and Ruth to go on to St. Peter's, while I came home 
with my dear little neighbor, who dined with me. 

A number of little darkies came to Sunday-school and 
sang very nicely. Lizette came for the first time. She is 
about 14, very tall and gawky, but with a good face. She 
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other little ones say their Creed, the Ten Commandments, 
and that most comprehensive duty to God and duty to one's 
neighbor, glibly. The Easter hjann which they have been 
learning for a month, "Christ the Lord is Risen To-day," 
went beautifully. They left with great speed after receiving 
a double portion of candy in honor of Easter. 

After they had gone, I went out to enjoy the exquisite 
afternoon, with its rosy golden light, and there at the foot of 
the steps was a huge snake. I looked for a long pole and 
killed it after a fight. While I was finding the stick it 
had got under the house, which made it harder to kill it. 
It did not seem quite dead and the puppy wanted to play 
with it, so I went into the yard and got the axe and chopped 
off its head, and as Prince, who has no country sense, still 
wanted to get the head, I buried it quite deep, all of which 
somewhat interfered Avith my enjoyment of the peace and 
beauty of the Easter gloaming. It makes one think, when 
these terrible discords come into the harmonies of a perfect 
day, must the trail of the serpent creep into everything ? 

Am I yielding to the temptation of getting too much amuse- 
ment out of my dusky little scholars? Do I not agonize 
over them sufficiently? That may well be. It seems so 
hopeless to reach below the surface, so hard to influence the 
spirit, the life, by this hour's teaching once a week. Still I 
must do what I can ; I cannot see them follow their blind 
leaders without making an effort to help them. 

It does not come to them as it does to the heathen, who 
have never heard of God, as something new, a revelation. 
They hear great professions of religion and calls upon the 
Lord, and yet there is the daily example of deceit, faithless 
work, the snatching up of any and everything that can be 
stolen unseen. To be discovered is the only sin ; you may 
lie, break any of the Commandments, only don't let it be 
found out. This going on daily, hourly, yearly, who but 



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the Holy Spirit can contend against it? I constantly tell 

them that when they have all these good words stored in their 

minds, or rather their memories, and at their command, they 

have only to call them up, when Satan attacks them, to be 

able to defeat him. Even our blessed Saviour when tempted 

by the Evil One did not answer in his own words, but in the 

words of Scripture. "It is written," was the preface to his 

reply. I often feel that this is the greatest thing we can do 

for children, to store their minds with these powerful words, 

which will come to them in their hour of trial, as weapons 

against the deadly spiritual foe. 

Sunday, April 3. 

To-day I had the joy of distributing at St. Peter 's-in-t he- 
woods the pretty Easter eggs Miss W. had sent for the 
children. It was a joy to see the usually phlegmatic faces 
light up at the sight of the lovely things in the familiar form 
of an egg. 

I asked the very pretty young mother who tries to keep the 
Sunday-school going all the time, though as she says she 
"has mighty little knolidge herself," to tell me the name of 
the best scholar. She answered very demurely : "It would- 
n't do for me to tell you. Miss Patience ; the best plan is for 
you to listen to the lesson an' then you can tell yourself." 

When the lesson was said I found her little boy of 6 was 
far ahead of the others in saying his lesson and that was why 
she could not tell me. The next best was a boy of 14 who 
was, she said, the most punctual of all in attendance, coming 
a number of miles on foot in all kinds of weather, but he had 
no one at home to help him with the lesson. 

"So, in reason," she said, "he couldn't know it as good as 
my little boy, fur I teaches him ; but Joe does his best, en he 
aims to learn." 

So I decided to give the rabbit about five inches high to 
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coming, Joe, that I am going to give you the largest one of the 
pretty things, which a kind friend away off in New York, has 
sent as an Easter offering." 

To see the heavy, patient looking face suddenly light up 
and then fairly beam, when the rabbit was put into his hands, 
was too delightful. I did not look at him too hard, it was 
such a revelation of fourteen years of limitation and priva- 
tion unconsciously borne. 

I passed on and gave each child a most beautiful egg. 
They were all filled with little sugar eggs of different delicious 
flavorings. 

To the children of the cities these things are all well known, 
but to these little pine wood children of nature they were 
heaven sent mysteries. When I had finished the distribution 
the big boy Joe came to me and said : — 

"Hear, Mrs. Pashuns, my rabbit rattles !" 

"Yes," I said, "he is full of little eggs." 

"Will I have to break him to get at them ? Fur I'd ruther 
not get um than to break him." 

When I showed him how to take the head off, his content 
was complete. 

Got home just before dark, tired and very hungry after the 
eighteen-mile drive and the two services, but having thor- 
oughly enjoyed the day. It was very pleasant that it was 
our rector's day with us, so that I drove him out to the church 
and back instead of taking the drive alone. 

Cherokee, April 4. 

I am worrying as to how I am going to get seed rice. 
Some hands want to plant a field of rice, and it seems to me 
I ought not to be behind them in faith. If they are willing 
to risk their work, I ought to be willing to risk the seed rice. 
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has made seed rice very scarce and very high, and of course 
no one will be willing to sell it except for cash. However, I 
have promised to try and get it for the hands who want to 
plant Vareen. 

While we were sitting at breakfast this morning Chloe 
came to the door and mysteriously beckoned to me. I rose 
at once and went out knowing something had happened by 
her tragic expression. When we were out of hearing from 
the dining room she said : — 

"Miss Pashuns, Rab is shot 'eself." 

"Good heavens, Chloe ! Where is he?" 

"Right to de pantry do'." 

I flew out and there was Rab moaning piteously with the 
blood streaming from his left hand. It was no time to ask 
questions. I called for a basin of hot water and sent to my 
room for a roll of absorbent cotton and a bottle of turpentine 
and washed the wound, which was all burned with powder. 

The missile, a jagged piece of lead, had gone straight 
through the hand, making a very ugly, ragged wound. 
How it got through the muscles, veins, and bones between the 
second and third finger without touching any of them is a 
wonder. The bleeding was not excessive. I packed the 
hole with cotton saturated with turpentine, both top and 
bottom, getting it as far into the wound as I could. 

Poor little Rab behaved very well, did not scream, only 
the tears rolled down his very black face. After it was bound 
up securely, my niece fortunately having a roll of bandages 
with her, I asked him how it happened. He said he was 
playing with the plantation musket, trying to get out a piece 
of lead that was in it. He had the palm of his hand over the 
muzzle when he moved the trigger, with this result. 

I did not scold him ; what was the use ? All my efforts 
to give him healthy and satisfying amusement and occupation 
in the boat have been in vain. He will not go with old 



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Tinny, nor to fish at all unless Dab leaves his work to go with 
him. He is too weak to do any work, and there is nothing 
that he can be persuaded to do but play with some firearm. 

Dab has done wonderfully well, for the house, of which I 
am generally the sole occupant, is now quite full, and Dab 
has the dining room work, which he does beautifully. He 
has confided to Chloe his disappointment about Rab. I 
have been terribly disappointed myself, but tried not to 
write about it, indeed I have tried to ignore it altogether. 
The child has been ill and got somewhat spoiled, as all sick 
people do who have any kind of good nursing, and then he is 
so weak and miserable now. Two days ago Dab rushed into 
the kitchen in great excitement and said : "An' Chloe, Rab 
is de very debil self ! Not de debil son, nor him brudder, but 
him very self." 

Chloe was delighted to sympathize on so congenial a sub- 
ject and went on : — 

"Rab los' all the manners he carry frum here, an' he ain't 
brought nutting back." 

Poor little Rab during his five weeks' illness has got spoiled, 

and with his physical weakness, his temper gets the better of 

him more and more, that is all. 

April 5. 

A dear little cousin arrived this morning to make a long- 
deferred visit. 

I found Rab's hand looking so ugly and swollen when I 
went to dress it that I determined to send him to Dr. G. in 
Gregory, for I am sure it needs a doctor's care. The hospital 
has been closed for lack of funds to carry it on, but I wrote 
to the doctor, who I know will do his best for the child. I 
wrote also to Jim asldng him to keep him at his house, and 
I will pay him. 

While I was writing the buckboard was being got and I 
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320 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

knew he had left Peaceville by that time and I had to calcu- 
late where I could strike him on the road. This I succeeded 
in doing, and put Rab in his charge, to be taken to the doctor 
at the hospital where he hves, though it is closed to patients. 
It was all very fatiguing and exciting, and my heart was 
very sore for the poor little piece of black humanity, who has 
such terrible things to contend against within. I am so glad 
I was able to send him down at once. It has all broken in 
somewhat on my enjoyment of my guests, but I hope now 
the unusual excitements are over. 

April 6. 

This morning when I came downstairs I was surprised to 
see the table not prepared for breakfast, as Dab usually has 
finished all his dining room work by the time I get down. 
Chloe said she had sent Patty out to knock on the door of his 
house twice to wake him. She had knocked hard but he 
would not come out. 

I walked out to the house to see if he was ill, opened the 
door, and he was not there. His valise which he always kept 
packed was gone, also the fine red blanket, which I bought 
back for him when he sold it last winter, was gone. 

Though I had so often told him when he wanted to go 
just to tell me, and I would write a paper stating his capa- 
bilities and good qualities, so that he could get a good place, 
he had slipped away in the night ! I was quite knocked 
down by this. The excitement about Rab had taken a good 
deal out of me, and now I was dismayed. 

The house is full, and though Patty is a good little girl and 
specially eager to wait on table, she knows very little and my 
whole time during a meal has to be given to seeing that she 
does not lose her head, and do something very unusual, to 
say the least, but I now called her and told her she must take 
charge of the dining room, in addition to her other work. 

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that. I showed her exactly how to lay the breakfast table 
and what dishes to use, and then went up to my room to 
compose myself before the family came down. 

Gibbie having determined to take a rest, as he very often 
does, had announced himself sick and Dab had been taking 
care of the horses as well 
as the cows. Fortunately 
Gibbie came out this 
morning, but when he came 
for the stable key I found 
that Dab had carried it off 
with him, also the poultry 
house key. They were tied 
together. I told Gibbie 
the keys were not in their 
usual place, and asked if 
he could manage to get in 
the stable without break- 
ing the lock. 

He answered that was 
very easy, and proceeded to roll the wagon with the rack up 
to the stable door, climbed into the loft with ease, and 
thence down the ladder into the stable, where he unbarred 
the back door. I was a most interested spectator, for now 
I understand how the horses are ridden at night, when the 
door is locked and the key hanging on its hook in the pantry. 
I did not tell Gibbie that Dab had the keys ; I preferred to 
let him think I had mislaid them. 

By the mail at 11 o'clock came a postal addressed to me 
with the keys attached. I am truly glad Dab had the de- 
cency to send them. 

April 7. 

A long and humble letter from Dab making his apologies 
as best he could for his very bad conduct and thanking me 




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for all I had done for him and saying he had no fault to find 
with me, that he knew if he had come to tell me he would 
never have gone, intimating that it was with members of his 
own race he found it hard to get on ; said he saw Rab every 
day and his hand was getting better. He wound up by beg- 
ging me to give him a recommendation. 

Meantime Patty is covering herself with honors and we 
are getting on very well. 

My strawberries are fine, we are picking four quarts every 
day. Green peas are also bearing well. It is a great thing 
to have them now while the house is full. We had the first 
strawberries on April 11. 

Rained hard all night, but cleared beautifully this morning ; 
such a blessing to the young corn the rain was. L. wanted 
to see Casa Bianca, so we drove down there and had a de- 
lightful day. We got back in nice time, but Gibbie had gone 
home, so I had to take out the horses and then go down to the 
barn-yard to get out feed, as Bonaparte is still working on the 
house at Peaceville. I miss Dab terribly ; he was so quick 
and always so ready to do everything. 

L. went with me to get out the feed. She has lived in a city 
always, and it must all seem very strange to her. We counted 
out eighty -four ears of corn into the sack, and then the'problem 
of getting it moved came up. It was still raining, and 
the horses were eagerly following us, almost walking over us. 

L. kept them off with the lantern, while I attempted to 
drag the corn along. Just then Gibbie strolled up, to my great 
relief. 

April 8. 

Drove L. to Gregory to take train. She has kindly offered 
to take charge of Rab on his journey. I went to ask Dr. G. 
if Rab's hand was in condition for him to go. He said it was, 
that it had healed very rapidly, being perfectly healthy, and 
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I think it wise to send Rab back to the institution of the 
worthy Jenkins. I dare not leave him at home with Chloe 
when I go away, as I must do in ten days to be absent a 
month, for there is no telhng what he might do. As Chloe 
expresses it, he "discounts her altogether," and this craze 
he has for firearms makes her afraid to keep him. Under 
Jenkins's charge he will be well cared for, and at the same 
time kept out of mischief and made to behave. 

I wrote to Jim yesterday to have Rab ready, as I would 
call for him this afternoon, and as I drove up Hattie came 
out with Rab's valise, and he followed with his arm in a sling, 
but looking much better. We drove rapidly to the train, 
just in time to get the tickets and get L. and her protege on 
the train, before it was off. 

I asked Rab as we drove down if he had seen Dab. He 
said he had very often, that he had got a place as butler, 
where he was getting $5 a week. I asked where it was, and 
after the train left, I drove to the house and asked to see Dab. 

I told him I could not give him the recommendation I had 
expected to give him, because he had run away and left me as 
he had done ; that I only wanted to see him to tell him to 
keep the place he had, and not to run from place to place. 
He seemed much moved, and so was I. I sat in the buck- 
board, and he stood by the hind wheel, so that I had to turn 
to look at him. 

I gave him a little lecture, telling him that I had carried 
out my promise to his dying mother as far as I could, having 
taken much trouble with him, as well as being put to a good 
deal of expense, because of that promise, and that now he 
had taken the matter out of my hands by leaving me. All I 
demanded of him was that he should lead a respectable life 
and be industrious, honest, and upright, and I would be satis- 
fied. When I turned to look at him the tears were rolling 
down his cheeks and he thanked me and said he would try. 



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I started on my lonely drive of fourteen miles about 6 
o'clock. 

My thoughts were ample company, for I have much to 
plan out. 

All winter I have been looking forward with great pleasure 
to a visit from a charming EngUsh friend who stayed with me 
once a few years ago. She has made a trip around the 
world with her maid and physician and was coming here on 
her way from San Francisco to New York, but after a visit 
in Mexico, for some reason the physician thought it would 
be unwise for her to come to this remote plantation, so far 
from railroad, telegraph, and I suppose he thought from 
civiUzation. Mrs. R. wrote to tell me of her disappointment 
at this and to ask me to make her a visit in New York instead, 
and begging me to bring Chloe with me. This royally 
generous invitation I have accepted, and my mind is much 
occupied as how to arrange for the care of everything in the 
absence of two such important people as Chloe and myself. 



CHAPTER X 

April 9. 

MY wedding day thirty-six years ago ! It does not seem 
possible that there can be one atom of the intensely 
pleasure loving, gay slip of a girl left in the philoso- 
pher who, battered and bruised by life's battle, looks with 
calm, serene eyes on the stormy path behind her and with ab- 
solute faith forward to the sunset hour. It does not seem as 
though the ego could possibly be the same. Had some magic 
mirror been possible, in which that girl could have been shown 
herself, and her solitary life at the end of forty years, she 
could not have faced life, she would have prayed passionately 
for death. 

Everything she specially cared for and valued has been 
taken from her, the things she specially chshked and feared 
have come upon her, and yet all that is great and noble in 
life, seems nearer to her now. God seems to have turned all 
the evil into good, all the mud and mire into gold, and there 
are around her the beautiful mists and clouds of the sunset, 
which is not so far off now. So does the Great Father fuse 
and mould and change in His mighty workshop. Thank God 

for His alchemy. 

April 10. 

Spent the day at Casa Bianca sheep trading. I am no 
trader and should have some one else to do these things. 
I am always afraid of taking advantage of other people, 
and as a consequence I am generally a severe loser. 

My sheep are fat and have not been shorn and they have 
been a pajang investment, the best I have ever had, but they 
are being stolen steadily. Last Wednesday we counted 
twenty-four sheep and fifteen lambs, and to-day I could only 

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count twenty-three sheep, and this has been going on a long 
time. 

There is one splendid ram and the lambs are beauties, but 
Capt. M. only paid me $54.75 for the whole lot. I also sold 
two cows which I was still milking for $10 apiece. I need the 
money and have to take what is offered. 

April 11. 

Sent Gibbie yesterday to take the two cows I sold down to 
the ferry. The cows are very gentle so that I never thought of 
any trouble. In the afternoon went out to ask him about it. 
When I asked what time he reached the ferry he 
seemed much embarrassed, scratched his head and 
stood on one foot and then the other and finally 
said he never got down to -the ferry. He stop- 
^Yfi^^^v^^ psd to talk to some one and the cows were 

eating, and the first thing he 
knew they had got away in 
the woods, and he had of 
course pursued them with 
great activity, but to no pur- 
pose, and finally gave it up, 
and when he got back home 
found them waiting at the 
gate. 

So that has all to be done 
over, and I have to write and 
appoint another day for them to be met at the ferry. It is 
very discouraging. Nothing that I cannot personally attend 
to gets done. Poor dear old Bonaparte cannot help; he 
can only denounce and condemn "this new giniration," 

which does no good at all. 

Cherokee, April 12. 

Such intense excitement pervades this household that it 
is difficult to accomplish anything. The last two weeks 




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have been very full. Corn has been planted, also potatoes, 
and land prepared for cotton. The incubator hatched out a 
splendid lot of healthy chicks. 

Besides all this I have been sewing and dressmaking, for 
the day after to-morrow I am leaving for a visit to New York, 
and, wonder of wonders, Chloe is to go too by special invi- 
tation. I was afraid at first the excitement would put an 
end to her, for when I read the letter of invitation she seemed 
overcome. 

At first she said it would be impossible for her to leave 
the chickens, and who would take care of the house and yard 
while she was gone ? No, it was impossible. But I ar- 
ranged to get Jim's wife to take charge of the precious 
'"cubators," also the whole poultry yard, and Chloe is to 
go. She prides herself on being a travelled person, having 
been in North Carolina and Georgia, as well as to many 
different parts of South Carolina and having gone all through 
the public buildings in the capital of this State, but the idea 
of going to New York and having to pass through Washing- 
ton going and coming — it seems too much. 

Besides this a complete outfit had to be got for the journey. 
That of itself was joy unspeakable. My own preparations 
sink into insignificance beside the magnitude of those of my 
good Chloe. 

April 13. 

We drove to Casa Bianca, where we had lunch, and M. and 
L. left us and drove to Gregory to take the train. It had 
been an ideal day. 

Told Nat he must come to Cherokee to-morrow and drive 
down a bunch of young cattle, as the pasture there is splen- 
did and I have only two cows, while at Cherokee the pasture 
is poor and I have twenty-four head of cattle. Nat said 
he could not possibly bring the young cattle dowTi, that they 
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as soon as they got out they would all scatter in the woods 
and be lost. 

He has always been a good hand with cattle and has three 
cows and calves and a pair of oxen at Casa Bianca, as sleek 
and fat as possible. I was surprised at his refusal and told 
him he could get one, or even two, boys to help him and I 
would pay for it, but still he insisted he could not do it. 

At last I said, "If you have any trouble in getting off with 

them, I will get on my horse and help drive them myself." 

At once he brightened up and said: "Bery well, miss, I'll 

cum for dem to-morrer." His refusal and the consequent 

discussion delayed us greatly and we were very late getting 

home. 

April 14. 

Yesterday at nine Nat came for the cattle. I went out 
and had the good Martha, who is as quiet as a cow can be, 
roped so as to act as pioneer in conducting the others do\vn. 
I am milking her and am sorry to send her away, but she 
was born and reared at Casa Bianca and is always over- 
joyed to go there, so that nothing will make her leave the 
road. 

Equinox, the beautiful young bull, with John Smith, the 
two-year-old steer, and Ideala, a beauty three years old, and 
Pocahontas, Virginia, and Quecnie were the party. They 
are all very gentle and started out of the front gate quietly 
and I returned to the house, but before I had taken my seat 
at the sewing machine Nat sent for me. 

"Miss," he said, "yu know yu promise yu go too en help 
me." 

"Oh, Nat, that was only in case there was any trouble. I 
only said that for fun. I knew they would not give any 
trouble. See how quietly they went out of the gate." 

"But, miss, I neber would 'a' cum ef yu nebcr say so, 'case 
I know dem cows gwine loss. En, miss, yu done promise." 



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They know a promise is sacred with me. There was 
nothing for it but to tell Green to put the saddle on Romola 
at once, and to prepare for the sixteen-mile ride. 

It was very provoking. I had some sewing which was 
most important, and I have so few days at home and with 
D. now, but I told Nat to go on with the cattle and I would 
catch up with them in a few moments. 

Green is slow about saddling, so they had gone about half 
a mile beyond the avenue gate when I came upon Nat alone 
in the road with Martha, who was going round and round, 
while Nat used his long lash upon her. I called to him to 
stop at once, and I asked where the others were. He an- 
swered in an I-told-you-so voice : — 

"In de 'oods, en Mahta want to git dey too." 

He had sent the two boys after the young cattle instead 
of tying Martha to a tree and going too. I said nothing, 
but rode out into the woods, and after some little trouble 
brought them back into the road, where by great vigilance 
and activity we managed to keep them. 

As they were unaccustomed to travel they went very slowly 
and we had often to stop in shady places and let them rest. 
When they came to a stream of water crossing the road they 
would lie do^wn, and there was nothing but wait. 

However, all the irritation of giving up my plans at home 
passed from me and I soon was thoroughly enjoying God's 
beautiful world — the fresh air, the lovely wild flowers, the 
birds and bees, all rejoicing in the return of spring with its 
promise of fruition — it was all a joy. 

At last we got the party safely through the gate at Casa 
Bianca, and when they came to the turn where the avenue 
runs along the river they felt rewarded for all their trials, 
such thick, rich grass under their feet, cool shade above them, 
and that great stream of water beside them. 

I had not brought the house key, to my sorrow, for there 



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I keep a demijohn of artesian water and a box of crackers — 
the well is so httle used that I do not like to drink the water. 
I turned my face homeward very hungry and very thirsty. 
As I rode down the avenue I saw a great mulberry tree 
loaded with ripe fruit. With delight I rode under the 
branches and satisfied both hunger and thirst and went on 
my way refreshed. 

It had taken so long to get the cattle do\vn there, what with 
the various stoppages, that it was 5 o'clock when I got home. 
Found D. had been very anxious about me and was much 
surprised to see me so little exhausted by the day. Chloe 
gave us a delicious dinner and I was not too tired to walk 
over the fields with Bonaparte and give him directions for 
his guidance during my approaching absence. 

Everything is now about ready and D. V. we leave here 
next Wednesday. I never can keep up my diary while away 
and will not attempt it. 

I have taken a little boy of 8, Elihu's son, to take the place 
which Rab and Dab have successively occupied for years 
about the yard. I cannot afford to keep a man-servant at 
the pineland. This little boy's name is Green, but he is so 
strong and capable that I call him Goliah. He did not like 
it at first, not until I told him Goliah was a giant. I asked 
him if he had no nickname, as I never could remember to 
call him Green. He answered gravely that he had a nick- 
name, and when I asked what it was he said "Isaiah." A 
most unusual nickname, but it seemed to open the way for 
me, so I said : — 

"My nickname for you will be Goliah, because you are so 
strong." 

Poor little Goliah was in rags and I have made him some 
clothes, but my forte is not tailoring and I could not get j ust the 
stuff I wanted for him. He speaks of himself as my " 'ostler." 
I speak of him as my "man of all work," for such he is. 



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331 




The church in Peaceville. 



Sunday, April 15. 

After service I went over to my house in Peaceville, which 
is just opposite the church, and took out four queer little, 
old-fashioned trunks full of papers which I have kept out 
there until now. Two of the trunks are covered with skins 
with the hair on and studded with brass nails. One has the 
initials "E. F. B." in brass 
on the top. 

They all contain very 
old papers, among them 
grants to my ancestors for 
6000 acres of land. These 
are very much the worse 
for age and I am going to 
take them on to Washing- 
ton to see if I can have 
them repaired. I scarcely 

think it will be possible as the grant to my great-great-grand- 
mother, Esther Allston, is falling to pieces, and the seal seems 
in danger of crumbling. The date is December 21, 1769. 

I did not know the grants were in these old trunks, which I 
was gradually looking over. I kept them at Peaceville be- 
cause the summer days are longer and more suitable for 
reading old letters and papers. I have been urged by two 
publishers to write all I can remember from my earliest 
years. It seems to me absurd for one who has lived such a 
secluded life to write her reminiscences, but I would find it 
most interesting work, as it would involve the reading over 
of old letters. I have every letter written to me since I was 
10 years old. If the pressure of daily anxiety for the where- 
withal to carry on the work is ever lightened I think I will 
try to do it just for my own satisfaction, for I do not think 
it would ever be a profitable venture for publication. 

I have always kept a diary of some sort. When I was 



332 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

married and was ambitious to become a fine housekeeper, 
though I could never hope to rival my belle-mere, who had a 
genius for housekeeping besides being a brilliantly clever 
woman, I kept a "Diary of Dinners," in which I recorded 
every culinary triumph of my belle-mere, with whom we 
lived for two years. Then when thrown upon my own re- 
sources, I had this delightful guide to the possibilities of the 
season as to dinners. 

It was not so difficult then to provide because we raised 
great quantities of poultry, turkeys, and ducks and guinea 
fowl as well as chickens, for the negroes did not steal things 
then as they do now ; they all raised an abundance of poultry 
themselves and so the temptation to steal was not so great. 
Now they raise less and less poultry every year. This comes 
from their selling all their chickens and eggs and buying 
canned salmon, sardines, biscuit, and ginger snaps. 

April 16. 

Left home at 11 : 30, drove to Woodstock for luncheon with 
my brother and then on to the station. There the two charm- 
ing little travelling mates I am to have met me. Son is 4| and 
Sister 2|. Their fair hair, lovely brown eyes, and piquant little 
retrousse noses were a joy to watch. Everything interested 
them ; nothing escaped them. Their father went with us as 
far as Lanes, where we changed cars and took the sleeper. 

I thought this would cause a breakdown and tears when he 
left them, but there was none. He had provided them with 
a liberal supply of bananas and candy, which rather alarmed 
me, but occupied their full attention, and with the wonders 
of the transforming of the seats into accommodations for the 
night there was no space for homesickness or sadness. 
When I proposed bed they were eagerly acquiescent, and Son 
was most efficient in producing all that was necessary from 
the tightly packed valise. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 333 

The greatest problem was to get off Sister's little dress. 
The dear mother wishing to save me trouble had made 
the little travelling frock of a pattern which called for no 
buttons ; it was simply slipped over the head, but it was so 
close a fit that it seemed to me if I pulled it rashly off, Sister's 
dear little tip tilted nose would go with it. Son at last said : 
"Now, Sister, don't cry; I just have to give it a jerk over 
your nose ; it will hurt some, but not too much." 

So Sister braced herself to stand the jerk and off it came, 
leaving her little pansy face unhurt but very rosy. I tucked 
them into the lower berth, opposite mine, and after a few 
suppressed ripples of laughter have not heard a sound from 
them. 

April 17. 

We reached Washington on time. The dear little children 
slept like tops all night. I woke them at 7. Son again 
proved himself a most accomplished nurse-maid, and Sister 
emerged from the train looking very dainty and fresh. Son 
insisted on struggling to carry their heavy valise, but was 
finally persuaded to let the porter take it ^vith mine out to 
the gate, where my dear sister was waiting, and the children 
uttered a cry of delight as they recognized their beautiful 
aunt with her husband, their unknown uncle, who had come 
over from Philadelphia to meet them. We parted company 
here, and I could truthfully say they had not given me the 
smallest trouble, but on the contrary, had been a genuine 
pleasure. 

The Camps, June 11. 

I left Carollton on the 4 p.m. train. En route anxiety 
came to me as to whether I had given my letter, telling when 
I would reach Gregory, time enough to precede me. As I 
neared my destination I felt more and more sure that I had 
not. If I had mailed it myself it might have arrived, but 
I gave it to the children who were playing in the garden and 



334 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

asked them to drop it in the box. A child's hand is almost 
as dangerous a place for a letter as a man's pocket, and I had 
an inward conviction there would be no one to meet me at the 
train, 

I asked the negro porter to look out and see if the phaeton 
was there to meet me when we arrived at 10 p.m. He came 
back and told me he did not see it. Then I asked him to 
engage a hack to take me out the three miles to this pineland, 
where I was to spend the night and make a little visit to C. 
By the time he had made sure there was no one to meet me 
and reported this to me, every vehicle had gone except a huge 
omnibus with a large pair of mules driven by a small darky 
who looked about 10. He was eager to undertake to get me 
out to the Camps for a small sum. 

"Do you know the way?" I asked. 

"Yes'um. Oh, yes'um; know um well." 

So I cl'mbed into my chariot, where a feeble lantern hung. 
A still smaller urchin slammed the door, and I started. I 
must say I felt I was doing a rash thing, for I was not at all 
familiar with the road myself, and by this time it was 11 
o'clock. As long as we were within the radius of the electric 
lights of the town I didn't feel so anxious, but when we got 
into the blackness of darkness I began to think how foolish 
I was not to have gone to a hotel for the night. 

Every now and then my Jehu would climb up to the front 
window, where I stood peering out into the night, and ask, 
" You t'ink we git dey yit ? " I could faintly make out houses 
at intervals along the way on each side and was sure we still 
had a long way to go. At last when Ave got into a denser 
growth of pines and I could see nothing I called to him : 
"Stop, and I will walk the rest of the way if you will bring 
the lantern !" 

Greatly relieved, I think, for he began to fear he was to 
drive all night, he got down, charged the other mite not to 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 335 

let the mules stir, a command which seemed to me superfluous, 
for they were only too glad to stop, and with much difficulty 
undid the wire which held the lantern in place, and we started. 
I knew that if we had come to the place to turn in to C.'s 
house there was a narrow bridge with a sharp turn which it 
would be difficult for the very large vehicle and mules to 
make safely. After a little wandering around, most of the 
houses being in darkness, I saw a light in a house, and as we 
approached the fence, the dogs gave tongue and I knew I was 
getting to the right place. The dogs are fierce, so I stood 
and called for some one to come, rejoicing that this family 
were not as early in their habits as their neighbors. 

My little guide now resumed his confident air and said : 
"I t'ink, ma'am, you ought to pay me mo'n I charge you fust 
time." 

"Oh, boy," I said, "for this voyage of discovery I will pay 
you double what you charged; here it is. Now, tell me, were 
you ever here before ?" 

"Not to dis place, ma'am, but oust las' year I bin about 
halfway here, but I didn't bin a dribe, I bin on me foot." 

I felt that the Providence which is said specially to pro- 
tect fools and children had been with us. I felt anxious as to 
how the house on wheels was to be turned in the narrow road 
with a deep ditch on each side, and proceeded to offer some 
suggestions, but this individual of resources stopped me by 
saying, "Needn't fret, ma'am. I onderstand dribe," and 
I was free to enjoy the pleasant welcome that awaited me 
within. C. had received no letter from me and had no idea I 

was coming. 

Peaceville, June 14. 

Got back from my delightful holiday last evening. I stopped 
on my drive from the Camps at Cherokee to see how every- 
thing was. Found my good old Bonaparte in deep distress ; 
his faithful and devoted wife died two weeks ago. 



336 A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 

They had lived together happily fifty-three years and he is 
crushed. He cried like a child on seeing me, I gave him my 
earnest sympathy. I'm so sorry her illness and death should 
have come while I was away. In broken words he told me 
what a surprise it was to him ; he never thought "Liz could 
die en lef him." When a working-man loses a good wife he is 
indeed bereft ; his companion, helpmeet, cook, washer, seam- 
stress, mender, all gone at one fell swoop, and he is left for- 
lorn. 

I shall myself miss Lizette very much. There were certain 
things she always did in the sausage making and Christmas 
preparations. I always meant to get her to tell me all she 
remembered and to write it down. She belonged to a family 
much considered by my father and by his parents before him. 
They were distinguished for loyalty, fidelity, and honesty, 
and took great pride in their distinction as a family. 

Lizette's mother, Maum Maria, was our nurse and her 
father, old Daddy Moses, could be trusted with anything. 
Put gold, silver, provisions, anything in his charge and it was 
safe. His sense of responsibility was sacred — alas, alas, to 
find such a one now ! Some of his descendants are very 
smart, but none has just his character. 

One of his sons, William Baron, who had been our third 
house servant, I mean in rank, there being two men above 
him, made quite a name for himself ais a caterer and steward 
of the club in Charleston after the war, and one of his great- 
grandsons Sam Grice (Lizette and Bonaparte's grandson) is 
a minister of the Episcopal Church. He was educated in a 
church school here and when there was a call for a boy of high 
character to be taken and to be educated by the church he 
was chosen and proved most satisfactory in every way, and 
he passed a remarkably fine examination in Greek, Latin, and 
Hebrew before his ordination. 

He used to visit his grandparents every year, but since he 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 337 

has been ordained priest he has not been here, as he has mar- 
ried and has work. He is the pride and joy of his grand- 
parents' heart, but there is always a httle drawback in the fact 
that they are uncompromising Methodists and they feel he 
has deserted their church. 

For the present Bonaparte's usefulness is quite gone, even 
his capacity to do anything with his hands, and he cannot stay 
in his house, has to go over to stay at his son's, a mile away. 
He seemed to feel that now I had come home things would 
be easier. 

Chloe came home two weeks ahead of me so as to accom- . 
plish the move from the plantation to the pineland, and I 
found everything comfortably arranged for me, a nice dinner 
and no bad news. 

My delightful new possession, a most high-bred and dis- 
tinguished Scottish terrier, MacDuff, which I sent home with 
her, met me with enthusiasm. He was a present from my 
charming friend and hostess and is going to be a great pleas- 
ure to me. It is impossible to describe him, he reminds one 
of so many different wild beasts, all the time being strangely 
human. 

After dinner Chloe brought out a beautiful fruit-cake which 
she had made for my birthday. She seemed afraid I might 
accuse her of extravagance and assured me she had only 
used up the odds and ends of fruit which were left in the store- 
room and the fresh butter and fresh eggs which I was not at 
home to eat. I was delighted and praised her very much 
for her cleverness and thought ; seeing me looking in the 
silver drawer for the cake knife, she added hastily: — 

"Mind, Miss Pashuns, I ain't tell yu fu' cut um till yu 
hab kump'ny." 

So I said, "That is very wise, Chloe ; put it away until we 
have company," and she removed it with great agility, but 
it was a disappointment, for I have got accustomed to having 



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a great many nice things all the time recently. I know 
it is going to be hard to force myself back to the great econ- 
omy I have felt necessary and practised for the past year. 

June 16. 

Rose at 5 : 20 o'clock and had breakfast early. That is one 

of the unexpected results of Chloe's travel ; she is much 

earher in the morning, which is a great comfort; that is 

the only cool time, and I am so anxious for Jim to get off to 

his work at 6 : 30 o'clock every day ; it is much 

better for man and beast to start the ploughing 

very early, and then knock off for the hottest 

hours and plough again in the afternoon. 

The season has been hard on all crops ; a severe 
drought after the late frost, so that it was hard 
for seeds to come up. I have nice snap beans 
and corn from the garden and soon will have 
tomatoes. The cotton and corn in the field 
look poorly, the watermelons need work, but 
I hope they will be abundant. 
Chloe's visit to New York is a subject of 
immense and unending interest to 
every one. She spends her time 
narrating to white and black all 
she has seen. She brought most 
carefully selected little presents 
for every one. How she managed 
I do not know. 
The truth is Chloe was a great success at the North ; the 
height of her white turban, the width and length of her white 
apron, the classically disposed white kerchief crossed over 
her ample form, the large gold hoop earrings and her Mona 
Lisa smile as she dropped a curtsy to any guest appearing 
at the door of my sitting room at the St. Regis impressed those 
unaccustomed to it very much. 




Chloe was a great success 
at the North. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 339 

Her ready answers to all questions were most discreet. A 
friend of mine asking her what she had seen in her short stop 
in Washington said, "Did you see the President?" 

"No, ma'am, I ain't see de Presidence, but I see de gold 
pianncr," that piece of furniture of the White House seeming 
the full equal in interest and grandeur of the head of the 
nation. 

Chloe's face during Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show was a 
study. She would not give way to surprise of any sort, but 
occasionally I felt a violent punch in my back when Chloe's 
excitement had reached a point where some action was 
necessary and she was afraid I might miss something — we 
were in a box. The presence of none but white servants was 
very unexpected and unaccountable to Chloe, but she made 
no sign. She spoke with pride of the table she had to herself 
and how attentive every one was. She said : — 

"Miss Pashuns, I never hurry fu' eat. I look 'roun' en 
enjoy meself. Fust thing I had fu' brekfust, I had a oringe. 
I jes' wait en res' meself till I see de lady to de nex' table cut 
she oringe een half en tek de spoon en eat um wid de spoon, 
den I dun de same, but I neber let um see I watch um. 

"Den de gentleman tek dat plate way, en bring some 
hom'ny een a saucer. Den I watch de lady en see um 
put shuger on de hom'ny en por milk on, en I done de same. 
Den de gen'leman tek dat 'way en bring me sum aig, but I 
tell um 'Thank yo', sah, but yu needn't truble yo'self to 
bring me no aig, kase I don't eat aig, neither no mutton 
kase I don't eat dat needer.' I didn't like him to hav' de 
trubble fo' bring um en tek um back." 

The second day she was there she was quite agitated. 

"Miss Pashuns," she said, "I 'most had a accidence. W'en 
I git een de alhvatu de nyung man staat off mos' too quick, 
un lik' to t'row me down, en 'e was dat skeer till 'e trimble en 
'e ketch me a'm en 'e say 'Is yu hurt?' en I mek ansuh. 



340 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

'No, sa, I ain't hurt/ den 'e say, 'Please don't tell no one. I 
hope yu ain't hurt, fu' dat would git me in big trubble.' Den 
I promise I wouldn't tell." 

On the way home Chloe stopped several days with my 
sister in Washington, who took her all over the public build- 
ings. She saw a great deal that I never have seen because 
I always have so many other things I want to do while in 
Washington. 

When she was being taken through the Capitol and saw in 
the great hall the statues of distinguished men she went 
round and examined each one very carefully, then came to 
where L. was sitting waiting for her, and said in a low tone 
very wistfully : — • 

"Miss Luise, Ole Maussa ain't yere." 

When L. answered : "No, Chloe, papa's statue is not here," 
she heaved a sigh of deep disappointment. 

"Ole Maussa" to Chloe was the greatest man in the world 
and she thought less of the Capitol when she did not find him. 

When any one treats her with scant courtesy or intrudes 
on her feelings in any way she is in the habit of explaining : 
"My master was de Guv'ner en I kno' how tu behave." We 
showed her the family name in the ceiling of the beautiful 
hbrary building, telling her it was the name of Uncle Wash- 
ington, whose bust was in the dining room at home. After 
craning her neck for a long time her small book-learning en- 
abled her to make it out for herself and she was greatly 
pleased, 

Chloe has been made very proud and happy by the gradua- 
tion of her granddaughter Clara with great eclat. She is 
only 16 and very small and childish looking, but she took her 
diploma and made a very fine speech. Chloe told me, when 
the principal came to speak he said : — 

"For five years the name at the head of every class she was 
in, was Clara Galant and not a black mark against it." 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 341 

"She was dressed very fine een a w'ite silk net, a twenty- 
dollar frock, en w'ite shoes en a big w'ite bow on 'e head, en 
everybody say 'e speak butiful en dem was surprise." I 
was greatly surprised to hear all this and very much pleased. 
Bonaparte has a grandson who has distinguished himself, 
passing the test examinations in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew 
and is a minister of the Episcopal Church and is now in 
Virginia. That has given me much pleasure, and now to have 
Chloe's little granddaughter distinguish herself is very nice ; 
and dear, faithful Chloe is so proud and happy. Clara re- 
ceived very handsome presents from people in Gregory, two 
gold pieces of $10 each, a silver set of writing implements, 
and many more. I suppose people were anxious to show their 
appreciation of her faithful good work in school. 

The house looks so fresh and clean in its new coat of white- 
wash and feels so solid and unshakable after its thorough 
repairing that I feel as though it was a palace. My dear 
Chloe has brought out all the pictures and books she thinks I 
would Uke to have. Her selections always amuse me. 
"Forty Days of Lent" is one book prominent, and the King 
and Queen of Spain in bridal array hold the place of honor 
over the mantelpiece ! After all it is good to get home, 
though it may not be a bed of roses ; there dwell your Lares 
and Penates, and there only. Jim reported Chloe's other 
granddaughter, Josephine, as very ill ; she has a baby 
three weeks old, I told Chloe she must go down at once. 
She began to say, "Impossible to lef yu, Miss Pashuns, wid 
nobuddy but dis gal." But I would not listen. I ordered 
Jim to put Ruth in the buckboard at once and told Goliah to 
make himself decent to drive her. 

It was impossible to get her off till after 5. I fear from 
what Jim says there is no hope for Josephine. He said they 
were giving her an ice bath when he left she was so burned 
up with fever. 



342 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

I took MacDuff to sleep in the house as there was no one 
anywhere near the house. I have been practising a good deal 
lately and to-night played for two hours. 

June 20. 

A quiet night alone with MacDuff. He behaved very well, 
though he does not like staying in the house as Mops used 
to do. When I tried him before he walked about all night, 
making so much noise that I could not sleep. 

Lizette cooked some hominy and corn-bread very well 
and boiled an egg, so that I had a good breakfast. Chloe re- 
turned at 8 o'clock, just as I had finished. Poor little Jose- 
phine died ten minutes before she got there, but she had the 
satisfaction of sitting up with the body last night, and left 
early this morning to give orders here about digging the 
grave, as she begged them to "bring her home en put her by 
her mudder." She told me the "castle" was ordered very 
fine and that she was beautifully dressed. She was wonder- 
fully composed. I told her to lie down and rest at once. 

Then she confided to me that she had nothing suitable to 
wear at the funeral. Nothing black but a silk trimmed with 
lace. I went and ransacked all my belongings and at last 
found something that I thought would do. Unfortunately 
Chloe is formed in a more generous mould and the present 
cut of skirts makes it difficult to stretch them, but Jim's wife, 
Hetty, happened to be here and she is clever with her needle, 
so she undertook to enlarge the skirt, while I got a black hat 
and trimmed it and found a suitable veil, so that by the time 
the funeral procession arrived from Gregory, Chloe looked 
very nice. 

To-night before going to bed she gave me an account of it 
with great pride. The "castle" was beautiful and four 
carriages and three buggies came up from Gregory behind the 
"hurst." One of Josephine's aunts has adopted the baby. 
I wanted Chloe to take it, but she does not care for children. 



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June 21. 

A most exhausting day. The only way we have of making 
money for our auxiliary is by making ice-cream for sale two 
or three times during the summer. Ice-cream is a rarity in 
Peaceville and consequently these sales are very successful 
and we had arranged to have one this afternoon. I and my 
dear little neighbor, who is secretary of the auxiliary, furnish 
part of the milk. As soon as I could get off after the many 
impediments which arose this morning I took the demijohn 
of milk and drove over to Mr. F.'s and got theirs and took 
them out to Peaceville, where Mrs. R. and J. F. are going 
to make the cream. 

I came home, had a hurried dinner, and went back to Peace- 
ville to serve the cream, which I always enjoy, but the 
heat and the drive back and forth, amounting to sixteen 
miles, were almost too much for me. I brought some ice- 
cream to poor ill Georgie. I had the can packed well in 
ice and her delight over it was pathetic. She washed off the 
salt and ate all the ice after finishing the cream. I also 
brought some for Chloe and Lizette. 

When I got seated down in the cool dining room in Mama's 
big chair and my little lamp with the shade on it I was too 
tired to move until after 12 o'clock. On the table by me was 
a book which I read in every spare moment with much 
pleasure : "The Bible in Spain ; or the Journeys, Adventures 
and Imprisonments of an Englishman in an Attempt to Cir- 
culate the Scriptures in the Peninsula." George Borrow 
made these journeys as far back as 1835, so there is nothing 
new in the book, but it holds my attention when I am too 
tired to read anything else, and to-night it did not fail me. 

June 22. 
The cotton is coming up, also the corn which was so long 
in the ground. I am so glad cow-peas are selling for $3 a 



344 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

bushel, and I am having mine threshed out so that I can sell 
some and be able to pay for the hoeing which is absolutely 
necessary now. As long as the cotton had not come up it 
seemed dangerous to attempt to work it. 

Jim is in great distress because the doctor says his little 
girl has tuberculosis and that unless she is brought into the 
country and kept out of doors she will not live until August. 
He wants to break up in town and move into the country, 
but the wife will not. As Jim says, "Seems like they rather 
die in town than live in the country." So he asked my 
permission to bring her up to stay with him. Of course I 
consented. 

Chloe came to tell me she had got a letter from her sister 
saying she must go down to-morrow and take $30 with her 
to pay for the funeral expenses. I said: "You have that 
much in the bank, Chloe?" She said yes, but after a while 
it came out that she had taken all her money out of the bank 
at her sister's bidding to buy finery for Clara to graduate in. 

I was quite distracted, for I will have to borrow the $30 to 
give her, and I never know where to borrow money. I once 
borrowed $1000 from the bank. It was when I was planting 
rice successfully and had no doubt as to paying it easily 
when the crop came in. But that year some misfortune 
happened and I thought I should lose my mind over that debt. 
I had given a mortgage on Casa Bianca. It was a year of 
great depression in this country from loss of crops and the low 
price of rice, and if there had been a forced sale the place 
would have gone for nothing. Since then I have done any- 
thing rather than borrow — but now for my dear Chloe I 
must do it. 

July 4. 

A brilliant day for the darkies to celebrate ; it is the day of 
days to them. Lizette has been in such an excitement that 
she broke the top of one of my precious little pink Wedgwood 



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dishes. I could have cried if I had not been ashamed; 
having no people around me I get so fond of things. Goliah 
behaved abominably, refusing to crack the corn for Chloe 
before he went off, though I had given him 10 cents and a 
watermelon. 

Had dinner at 12 so that the servants could all go and had 
a most delightful long afternoon. I took my sewing and book 
and sat down by the river with the dogs. When I found it 
too dark to see either to read or to sew I chained Don and 
then came in and lighted the lamps and had my tea. 

Chloe returned about 10 o'clock. I had sent poor little 
Georgie a present of a melon by her, and she said : — 

"Miss Pashuns, ef yu cud a see Georgie w'en I g'en she 
de melun ! 'Twas teching ! 'E say 'e had a dreem 'bout 
mellun en dem so scarse. Moses cudn't give him money f'r 
buy none, en now 'e hab one, en 'e say 'e cudn't tenk yu 
'nuff." 

July 11. 

S. came up and made me a delightful visit. 

Though there is a great gap of years between S. and myself 
we have so many of the same tastes and interests that the 
years do not count in our intercourse. Her music is a delight 
to me, and it is such a wonder that she keeps it up as she does 
with so many drawbacks and with such an old and weary 
piano. I often feel that I would like to give her my Steinway, 
which, when I come to count the years, is itself not in its first 
bloom, having been bought in 1885 ; but it is an infant com- 
pared to hers and would be a joy to her, the action is so good 
and the tone so full ; but really I would not dare to face my 
existence here without it, I shudder at the thought ; so I 
hastily quench the impulse. 

This afternoon I brought back seven nice watermelons 
from the plantation, greatly to Goliah's delight. They 
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346 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

home to lighten the buggy. I suppose he weighs about 
fifty-five pounds. I thanked him for the proposal, but said 
I did not wish to reach home before him. Oh, no, he said, 
he would run and keep up ; but I would not let him. 

Little Goliah is the happiest, johiest little boy, so fat and 
so black and shiny. My efforts to teach him are futile in the 
extreme, but why should Goliah be taught anything? He 
has a vast fund of general information of things to me un- 
known, and above all he has such a power of observation that 
nothing escapes him. 

I am absent-minded and constantly lose keys and things 
like pencils and handkerchiefs, etc. When I ask Goliah as to 
what I had in my hand when I spoke to him last he can always 
tell me accurately, and my next question is, ''And where did 
I go when I finished talking with you ?" He can always tell 
exactly, and, moreover, I always find that he knows every 
step I have taken since, though he is in the yard and I am in 
the house. 

If I say, "Goliah, remind me to-morrow to write a particu- 
lar letter" or to do any special thing, he is sure to remind me. 
He has learned to wash his clothes so beautifully white that 
it is a pleasure to see him — to all but Gibbie, who is very 
much provoked at Goliah's white suits, only varied by a sky 
blue suit. He grumbles aloud, and I heard him say, "Miss 
Pashuns hab dat chile dress up all een w'ite till 'e far' look 
like a shadder ; 'e share me." 

Altogether I consider Goliah a luxury. I have not the 
luxury of electric lights nor telephone nor automobile nor 
ice, but I have unlimited space and fresh air and sunshine 
and the wild flowers springing up everywhere around me, and 
this little piece of animated nature just bubbling over with life 
and joy and the absolute delight of having ])lenty to eat and 
nice clothes to wear and being always clean and o\\Tiing a 
spelling book and slate and a bed of his own and a little trunk, 



A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 347 

also saying a very mild lesson every day and catechism on 
Sundays — all these things which to most children are a 
matter of course are to him something quite new in his little 
experience and pure bliss. 

When you add to this that he has Ruth, that big fiery 
looking animal at his command, and that when he has been 
out on Sunday to visit his family and appears at the gate on 
his return she whinnies and goes to meet him, really his little 
cup, for eight years empty, is full to overflowing — and what 
gives me so much pleasure is there is no arriere pensee, no 
deja-connu — it is all so fresh and so perfectly natural. 
Of course I know it cannot last. 

Goliah is a constant amusement to me. I am teaching 
him to drive, and I read, for when it is very hot and the horse 
seems to feel it as much as I do, I cannot make her go fast, 
and I get so impatient and so hot that it is an immense relief 
to have a magazine to read. Of course I have to keep an 
eye always on Goliah and the reins. He stands at the back 
of the buckboard, finding that gives more power than sitting. 

He talks constantly. I think he conceives it part of his 
duty to entertain me. "You see dat bu'd, Miss Pashuns?" 
A large brown bird which would light in the road and when 
Ruth got within six feet of it would fly, to light a little way 
ahead, waiting until I thought the horse must tread on it. 

''Yes, I see the bird." 

"Yu kno' wha da bird does say? 'E tell eberybody, 
' Plant bittle fu' winta ! Plant bittle fu' winta ! '" 

Now we call the bird a chick-will-willo ; it is a first cousin 
of the whip-poor-will and has a more cheerful note, but I had 
never heard any sense attributed to its incessant and in- 
sistent note before, and I was delighted with the darky 
version. 

"Oh, Goliah," I said, "what a pity people will not mind 
him, there is so much land and so many idle people ; if they 



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only would plant victuals for winter what abundance there 
would be for everybody, man and beast." 

At which he informed me that he had planted a corn crop 
himself before he came to me and as we passed his father's 
house he showed it to me with pride, the feeblest growth. 

I am trying to teach him to read and I'm sure it would be 
easy if he could only learn his letters, but I cannot accomplish 
that. He says the alphabet off glibly, but the letters seem 
to look all alike to him and my efforts to describe them don't 
seem successful. I point to a letter and say that is T, it 
stands for "table" and looks like this table — showing him 
one with a leg in the middle and two leaves. S stands for 
" snake" and looks like one. A is like the step-ladder. 
But when I go over them he knows not one, unless he says 
the whole alphabet and stops at the letter. I try making 
him copy the letters on the slate, but nothing seems to im- 
press them on him ; and yet he is so clever in learning his 
catechism and hynins. 

This village feels it has taken an immense step forward 
since the honk honk of the automobile can be heard here 
daily. Fortunately the owner is very considerate of horses 
and slows down and even stops if necessary, so that Ruth is 
getting quite over her fright about it. All she wanted was 
to understand what it was, and now she is beginning to rec- 
ognize it as a new kind of horse of great speed. When it 
passes her on the road she tries her best to catch up with it. 



CHAPTER XI 

Peaceville, July 7. 

IT has been desperately hot and when I got a cordial in- 
vitation from Mrs. G. to spend a few days with her on 
Pawleys Island I was overjoyed. My old summer home 
was there, and since we had to sell the place ten years ago I 
have never been willing to see the beach again, but now I am 










^ , A/.-..3.ffa9«,rSmiTJr. 

My old summer home at Pawleys Island. 



just gasping for a breath of the sea and I made my arrange- 
ments to go to-day. 

I had Jerry King ploughing in cow-peas at Cherokee, and 
he is a fine boatman, so I told Bonaparte to have my little 
dugout canoe which I call the Whiting ready for me at the 
wharf at 10 o'clock, with Jerry to row me. When I drove 
down, what was my dismay to find no Jerry there. Bona- 
parte with unmoved dignity told me that Jerry had just been 
arrested by the Sheriff while ploughing in the field, for debt, 
he said. 

I was quite distressed. Jerry does not live on my place 
and so I know nothing about his financial status. I had to 

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find some one, for Mrs. G.'s surrey would be waiting for me 
on the other side. Jim was eager to row me, but I doubt his 
being able to hold out for a seven-mile row, not having used 
oars for years. I found Aaron was working his cotton in the 
far field, so I sent for him. 

He was taken unawares and came not knowing what I 
wanted, and was most reluctant to go ^vithout being dressed 
for the occasion. However, I insisted that it was an emer- 
gency and he would have to forget the good clothes he would 
like to have on, and I would do likewise. Aaron used to be a 
very fine oarsman, but he has not rowed very recently and 
felt doubtful. Little Goliah was eager to go in the boat, so 
I took him. He is 10 and it is time he was learning to manage 
a boat. 

When we got to the mouth of the Waccamaw River it was 
very rough and Aaron wanted to turn round, but I would not 
appear to understand his desire. I exclaimed : — 

"Now, Aaron, you see why I wanted you to row me. I 
knew there would be half a gale blowing out here, and I would 
not have been willing to cross with any but a first-class 
boatman." 

"Miss, you t'ink we kin mek 'em? Dem wave is putty 
tampsious ! You see de win' is cled gen de tide, en we bleege 
to cross right een de teef uf de win' !" 

"Yes, but the tiller ropes are strong, and I can keep her 
head on the waves and watch my chance to quarter over. 
The boat is stanch, and I promise you I can keep her out of 
the trough. You know the river well ; tell me the best 
place to cross, and let us go," for all this time we were dancing 
about in the mouth of the creek, where it would have been 
easy to turn — when once we got into the rough water we 
could not — and I feared that Aaron's caution might prevail. 

The river is about a mile wide at that point, and it cer- 
tainly did look angry. Poor little Goliah was so frightened 



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at the swirling waves that I told him to sit down in the bottom 
of the boat, which he did, and covered his eyes with his 
hands so as not to see the raging water. He just shivered 
when the spray dashed over him. It was a strenuous half 
hour, but we made it, and when we got into the canal mouth 
on the other side Aaron laughed aloud with pride and de- 
light; he rested on his oars, and taking out his bandanna, 
mopped his face streaming with sweat and chortled with joy. 

"My Lawd ! 'Tis a good t'ing ter travel wid a pusson w'at 
hab a strong heart. Miss Pashuns, you bring me over dat 
ribber! I didn't trust fer cum, but you bring me." 

"I know you are glad, Aaron." 

"Too glad, E mek me feel too good, I got back me y'uth." 

I got out on the wharf, very tremulous in my arms from 
the effort, but as happy over it as Aaron. I told him he 
must wait until sunset to return, for the wind almost always 
falls then. I found J. G. waiting with the surrey and was 
so very glad I had persisted in coming, for he said he would 
have waited until night for me. 

Met with a delightfully cordial welcome and a dinner of 
delicious sailors' choice, fresh from the sea. 

The Rectory-on-the-Sea, July 8. 

It is too delightful here ! Words cannot express how much I 
enjoy this beloved sea, the invigorating breeze, and the 
smell of the ocean ! I did enjoy my night's rest so much 
with the glorious boom of the waves breaking on the beach, 
which I have not heard for so long. 

The family are charming, and go on with their various 
occupations, and I just sit on the piazza pretending to em- 
broider a shirt-waist, but in reality just drinking in the beauty 
and goodness of that "great first cause, least understood," 
as Pope expressed it, whose purposes we read awry, whose 
mercies we so often mistake for punishments, whose wisdom 



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we so often doubt, and whose hourly call for our hearts we 
refuse, and still he lavishes his beauty and goodness upon us ! 

Sunday, July 10. 
This morning coming from the dear little chapel of All 
Saints on the sea-shore, where we had service, I met Mr. L., 









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The roof of the house on Pawleys Island — from the sand-hills. 

and had the offer of a magnificent St. Bernard dog. I cer- 
tainly am fortunate about dogs. My only fear is that he 
and my fine red setter may fight, for they say he is hard on 
dogs, though very mild to human beings. He is a beauty 
and would be a great possession to me. I feel quite sure 
he would not fight MacDuff, my terrier, for he has the gift 
of winning love from all, man and beast. Don, the setter, 
who is jealous of everything else, has never been jealous of 
him. 

In the afternoon I drove with Mr. G. up to the negro 



A WOMAN EWE PLANTER 353 

mission at Brook Green, nine miles. It is a pretty, churchly 
little chapel. He asked me to play the very nice organ. The 
vested choir of colored girls had already put up the hymns "I 
Need Thee Every Hour," "Crown Him With Many Crowns, " 
and "Sun of My Soul." They sang very well, showing Mrs. 
W.'s careful training, and the service was very pleasant. 

Visited the recluse for a few moments — a striking and 
interesting figure — then the homeward drive through the 
thick woods. Altogether it has been a perfect day. 

July 11. 

My time is up on this delightful beach and I started home, 
driven as far as the river by my kind host and hostess. 
Found the Whiting with Aaron and Goliah waiting for me. 
It was very, very hot. I steered at first, but could not hold 
up my umbrella and steer, and as Aaron said he had taught 
Goliah on the way home I changed my seat and turned 
over the ropes to him. He did beautifully. The river was 
like glass, a great contrast to the trip over, but the creek 
called Squirrel Creek through which we go is so winding, with 
such sharp turns, that I did not suppose GoUah could get 
us through without striking the shore once, but he did, and 
I was much pleased. 

After the hour and a half row I looked over the corn, 
cotton, etc., at Cherokee and then drove rapidly to Peaceville, 
I was so hot and tired. As I got out of the buckboard I 
saw my precious little dog lying under a tree very ill. 

As I called his name he tried to jump up, but could not 
stand and fell over on his side. I was terribly upset. I had 
a tub brought and poured bucket after bucket of cool water 
fresh from the well over him, then rubbed him dry and gave 
him three tablespoonfuls of olive oil. Then before going to 
bed six hours later I gave him a dose of castor oil in hot milk. 
I feel very little hope of his recovery and am very sad. 
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July 12. 

Got up at 5 and went out at once to see after MacDuff. 
He was not in his bed nor could I see him anywhere in the 
yard. I feared he had wandered off to die — that is the dog's 
instinct, the call of the wild, I suppose, to go off into the woods 
and unseen give up its last breath. I sent Jim to search the 
whole enclosure, which is large, and a creek runs at the north- 
ern side. I stood a while silent by the well and then lifted 
up my voice and called, "MacDuff, MacDuff!" when 
around the piazza and down the front steps clattered the 
little fellow, frisking and jumping, apparently perfectly well. 
I am thankful ; I would have missed my little companion 
sadly. 

This afternoon Goliah came to me looking very solemn 
and asked to go home for two days. When I asked why he 
wanted to go he said his little brother, Tillman, was dead 
and he wanted to go to the "settin' up" and the funeral. 
Poor little strangely named fellow ; he never was well. The 
same disease that carried off his mother and brothers gripped 
him early. I ought not to let Goliah go, but it would break 
his heart not to, and so I let him go. After all, poor little 
Tillman is safe, and this smart, good little Goliah, whom I 
teach and train as well as I can, is already showing that he 
will soon break away from my authority and he may grow 
up a bad man after all, while poor little Tillman is safe from 
evil influences. There are many things worse than death. 

Peaceville, July 25. 

The field Loppy has ploughed is a sight to make one weep. 
Great boulders of earth much bigger than his head lie around 
as though tossed there by some giant playing ball, and the 
earth being dry and caked the harrowing does not have much 
effect. Bad as Gibbie is, this is worse. I am sending him 
all the nourishing food I can find to get him on his feet again. 



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No chance of a stand of peas with such work. The only 
cheering spark is httle Laycock, who every other day with 
great flourish of trumpets deposits a tiny little egg in the 
geranium hned nest. 

This evening I had all the children in the village to dance 
here for an hour. I told them I would be happy to play for 
them from 9 to 10 o'clock every Friday evening — not a 
party, because there are no refreshments, only a dancing 
class. They seemed greatly to enjoy themselves. 

There are not more than fifteen all together, and L. came 
to help me direct the dancing. I am so fond of young people 
that it is a pleasure to me, and they do have a very dull time, 
especially those who have come home from school. I meant 
to make a tennis court in the yard, but I attempted to have 
the grass improved. It was moderately smooth before, but 
I ordered it very carefully ploughed while I was away and 
fresh grass seed planted. Gibbie was the person to do it, and 
it is now like the billows of the sea, so that a tennis court is 
impossible. 

The mail brought me to-day a most interesting looking 
parcel with forty-two cents postage on it. I opened it slowly 
and with much satisfaction. Is there anything more delight- 
ful than an unknown quantity? When I opened the box, 
about six inches square by two high, out came a white canvas 
bucket with stout rope handle, capable of holding a peck. 

I examined it with great interest and wonder as to its 
purpose. A water bucket, I concluded, so I called Lizette 
and had her take it to the ever flowing well and fill it. She 
brought it back held at a respectful distance, for the water 
dripped out very steadily though not fast. Then I decided 
it was for me to pick fruit and vegetables in. I could only 
see by the postmark that it came from Maine. I am quite 
charmed with its lightness. No basket is half so light to 
carry. 



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To-day Chloe is walking about the yard a little, which is 
a joyful sight to me. She at last got a chance to tell me her 
amusing story. One day while I was away, Gibbie came to 
her looking most mysterious. 

"Cook," he said, "I got somepin' fo' tell yo' '11 'stonish 
yo'. I study 'pon um till I confuse een my min'. I dunno 
ef I kin tell yo' straight, but anyhow I'll try. Yisterday my 
wife en all de 'omans on de place, gone fer chop cotton to 
Mr. O., en dem bin' a wuk en him wife run out en 'e say: 
'So Miss Pennington hab fer giv' up plant cotton altogeder, 







^'/i". 
%'\' 



, ZA, ,'^',, '^J' iff. y , 







*' En de 'omans mek answer en say : ' No, ma'am ; we neber 
steal none.' " 



una steal um so bad ! En de 'omans mek answer en say : 
'No, ma'am ; we neber steal none.' Den de lady gon' een de 
house en bring out a newspaper en read out de newspaper, en 
please God, an' Chloe 'e read out o' dat newspaper eberyt'ing 
w'at happen on dis plantashun ! 

"De 'omans ben dat struck dem was same like a dumb 
pusson — dey was all de gwine-on 'bout de cotton-fiel'. De 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 357 

paper tell how dem gon' een de fiel', soon ne mornin' en pick 
de cotton, en w'en de moon shine how dem pick de cotton, 
en how dem mek pilla en bolsta, en at las' mattrus out de 
cotton, en ebery free-male been struck. 'Kase dem know 
'twas all de truf. W'en my wife cum home en tell me I had 
to mek him tell me ober free time befo' I git de onderstandin', 
en I ain't dun study yet how come dat kin all bin een dat 
paper." 

Chloe told it with much more dramatic force than I have. 
He went on : — 

"De whole plantashun stir up. Some say dem g'wine 
'way, say dis is a witchcraf place. Kyant onderstand how 
all dem sekrit kin git een de newspaper. De only t'ing all 
de name different. I kyant remember wha dem call Uncle 
Billy." 

Chloe asked if there was anything about him. 

"Yes, say how him seem like him couldn't ketch up wid de 
people, say him do all he kin but him cudn't seem to manige 
dem." 

Two days after that, Chloe says, my good little Georgie 
came to her in great wrath. She had been at the reading and 
repeated the whole story to Chloe with small variations and 
a good deal more minutely. Her indignation was so great 
that Chloe tried to pacify her, but she would not be pacified. 

"What hurt me is that I ain't got a single pilla nor nothin' 
f'm de cotton," she said. "I got my two lone fedder pilla 
I had w'en I married, en ebrybody else got dere house chock 
full, en yet de disgrace fall on me same like on dem." 

Then she went on to recount the fine bedding all the others 
had. At last Chloe said : "Well, Georgie, no one kyant help 
it ; ain't yo' know dem ben a-tek cotton fum de fiel' all de 
time?" 

"To be sure I know, yo' cudn't help know." 

"Did yo' eber tell Uncle Bonaparte 'bout dat?" 



358 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"No, I neber tell nobody." 

"Well, den, you kyant say not'ing, en ef yo' only bin tell 
him onct, yo' name would be clear ; but now yo' kyant git 
mad 'bout dat, kase yo' neber clear yo'self." 

It was a new view to little Georgie, and helped somewhat 
to pacify her. 

When Chloe left me I thought over it a long time, but con- 
cluded it was best to take no notice of it in any way. The 
hands had all been a little on their dignity : but I was pleased 
at that, because they did better work to sustain the dignity, 

and that is all I want. 

July 26. 

A perfectly delightful temperature, so cool that I had to 
put on my white flannel suit, made from my own wool, which 
is very warm. Old Daddy Ancrum came and I was so glad 
to see the old man ; after giving him a good breakfast, got 
him to work out the peanuts, which he did beautifully. He 
must be nearly ninety and yet does such beautiful work and 
takes such pride in it. 

He says Bonaparte is a child to him, and Bonaparte was 
born in 1833. I wish the old man's farm was nearer. It is 
quite a large tract and he has given a part to his son, Kil- 
patrick, who is a carpenter. If I could get Ancrum to super- 
intend the hoe work here it would make all the difference 
in the world in the results. But he is greatly interested in 
his own farm and only comes now and then when he wants 
something. 

My rice is beautiful, contrary to all expectations. It is 
upland rice and has stood the drought better than any of the 
other crops. Jean and Florinda have worked it perfectly 
clean ; there is not a spear of grass and it is a rich dark green 
and growing apace. 

I have Goliah at last in whole clothes. I had a very stout 
piece of sky blue denim, and his first trousers were made of 



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that, and with a blue and white shirt he is quite startHng. 
Then he has two white suits. I choose white because I can 
see when they are clean, which I could not do if they were 
dark colored. He is very proud and has redoubled his ac- 
tivity. 

He is so small that he has to have a box to stand on to har- 
ness the horse, and even with that he cannot get the head-stall 
on without help. He is very persistent and very gentle with 
"Root," as he calls her, and I admire the graceful way in 
which Ruth has yielded to him. She really tries to help him 
in every way and stands stock-still while he labors with the 
fastenings of the collar and hames. Goliah has seen a good 
deal of life and he feels that just now the lines have fallen in 
pleasant places for him, and he does his little level best all 
the time. 

On Sundays I take him to the church gate in his sky blue 
suit to carry my music books for me. The first time he went 
he had a little wistful look, so I said, "Would you like to go 
to church, Goliah?" "Yes, ma'am," he replied. So I took 
him in and showed him the pew reserved for his color and 
told him to watch when people knelt and stood and sat, and 
to do the same. As I sat in the choir at the other end of the 
church I had to exercise my faith in his discretion. When I 
heard him say his little catechism that evening he told me he 
"'joyed the chutch mutch. Befo' I never cud stand to go 
to chutch, but I like dis, en I want you, please, ma'am, to 
le' me go next Sunday." Of course I was very pleased, and 
ever since he has gone to church and I am told by a most 
particular member whom I asked to give an eye to him that 
he behaves perfectly. 

I was so pleased with this that it was a shock to me to find 
that Chloe disapproved intensely of it. When I asked her 
to leave the dinner for Patty to cook the last Sunday our 
minister was here she said no, she did not feel like going. 



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I urged her to go, when to my amazement she said, "No, 
ma'am ! You t'ink I'd go en set down by dat chile een 
chutch ? No, ma'am, if I neber go to chutch I wouldn't set 
down by Goliah!" I retreated before the unknown; you 
may live near these people all their lives and never under- 
stand them. Goliah is preternaturally clean, for I have to 
take him about in the buggy with me, and that is why I have 
him wear white entirely; there is no concealing dirt on a 
white suit. So that the scorn of sitting beside him comes 
from something different and incomprehensible to me. 

Poor Jim is terribly discouraged. The corn is being stolen 
daily. 

After these rains the track of the thief is plainly to be seen, 
a very big, bare foot. Jim called me to see it and I took a 
little cane and measured the track and when I came home 
took my tape measure and found it was fully thirteen inches 
long. A smaller foot is also visible. 

Lizette tells Chloe how grand a time every one in the street 

has at night with big pots of corn boiling on the fire and even 

the babies eat it. What hope is there of ever making, or 

rather getting, a crop of anything ? They are as natural and 

unrestrained in getting at what they want to eat as ants, and 

just as hard to frustrate and control. 

Sunday. 

This morning Goliah said he wanted to get off early as 
Jean was to be baptized. 

"Where?" I asked eagerly. 

"Rite een de ribber, up to Belside." 

"Oh," I said, "wait a minute ; I must send her some 
things," and upstairs I flew and turned ni}^ bureau drawers 
topsyturvy and found a complete outfit, a white lawn skirt 
which is one of my prime favorites, having a deep flounce 
around it, a white lawn shirt-waist, collar, and belt. 

Poor, forlorn Jean, whose life I saved three years ago when 



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she seemed a certain victim to tuberculosis — and poor thing, 
I sometimes wonder if I did her a kindness, so undisci- 
plined and unfaithful to every duty does she seem. And 
now to hear of her being about to step into the river and wash 
away her sins! 

I was greatly excited, and with trembling hands, for fear 
I would not get them to her in time, I put up the parcel and 
sent Goliah off at a full run. 

July 28. 

Another perfect morning. I read last evening an article 
on efficiency which dwelt upon the necessity of relaxing, not 
pushing on, nerves and muscles taut and strained all the time. 
That is my snare. I was much impressed and determined 
to relax to-day and take a complete rest at noon. I carried 
out my intention and relaxed, with the result I never braced 
up again ! Never was able to do a thing for the rest of the 
day. 

July 29. 

Had a very trying day — not money enough to pay off the 
hands in full, and that always demoralizes me. I went down 
in the field to examine the work. I always walk now, since 
reading an account of a visit to the work on the Panama 
Canal, the writer having been nearly killed by the length 
and rapidity of the walk, Col. Goethals saying, "If one wants 
to keep well in this climate he must walk." Since then I 
make it a point to walk a mile every day. 

My own want of efficiency worries me. To-day again I 
relaxed and rested, and I know it was a mistake and will not 
try it again — some people have to stay braced. 

Lizette, who is about fourteen, went last night to a "settin' 
up" three miles from here. A woman had died whom she 
did not know at all, had never seen in life. In the midst 
of the singing of "speretuals" and shouting two small boys 
got into a fight, their parents joined in, and in a few moments 



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the "speretuals" and shouting were turned into cursing. 
Poor things, poor things ! Lizette was so worn out that 
when I came down to breakfast I found her stretched out on 
the pantry dresser fast asleep. 

After breakfast Chloe came in and told me she was freezing 
cold and could not get warm. I immediately went out to the 
kitchen and made a cup of hot ginger tea, which I forced her 
to drink. I tried to get her to go to bed, but in vain ; she 
said if she once went to bed she knew she would never get 
up again, and this melancholy view I did not combat. I 
just said: "Then perhaps you had better stay up." 

I made Jim cook as Chloe was too ill to do anything, though 
she would not leave the kitchen until I had her big rocker 
brought and put under an oak tree just in front of the kitchen 
and insisted on her sitting there. Goliah was made to 
put on his white apron and wait, which made him very 
proud. 

God forgive me; but it does seem so hopeless when the 
elements are banded together against one ! 

I must remember this is the time to show faith and courage. 

Sunday, July 30. 

The blessed day of rest. I wrote that this morning. It has 
been a blessed day, but not one of rest exactly. 

I had early in the week a letter from C. saying he would 
bring the dean up this afternoon to have service at St. Peter's- 
in-the- Woods, about nine miles from here, asking me to meet 
them there and saying they would come home with me and 
spend the night. I think I did too much Thursday, driving. 
Anyway I was very nervous. 

I let Jim go down to Gregory Friday and spend the night 
with his family, so that I could have him here to-day to 
drive me. I fixed all the lamps and finished my household 
work, for this tall Lizette cannot be trusted to do any- 



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thing. Then at 10: 30 got into the wagon behind Ruth and 
Marietta to go to church in Peaceville. 

I had been invited to dine by Mr. F. and M. had a dehcious 
dinner. Then I took them with me out to St. Peter's-in-the- 
Woods. There was a very small and pathetic looking con- 
gregation. The notice had been short. Mr. S., who had 
promised to give it, had not been very successful. These 
people do not go to any post-office or have any mail, so any 
notice to reach them has to be sent by hand to a few in time 
to have the word passed round. 

When the dean drove up with C. I saw him look around 
with wonder, first at the very forlorn looking congregation 
talking together in groups, and then at the very plain little 
board building which is the church, standing in a group of 
trees on the edge of a swamp. I realized at once that the 
eloquent divine had never come upon just such a church and 
just such a congregation and that for the moment he was 
taken aback. 

After a while the service began. The dean with his fine 
voice and in his handsome vestments seemed quite too big 
and imposing for the little chancel with its bare pine table 
and reading stand. The little baby organ which was given 
to the chapel years ago has long been dumb, so I had to raise 
the hymns. The dean helped much with the singing and 
read beautifully. 

When the time came for the sermon he read the miracle of 
the loaves and fishes and then in a low, quiet voice talked. 
What he said was very beautiful and very simple. With 
that hungry multitude and nothing but one boy's individual 
store, our blessed Saviour might have made a great and won- 
derful spectacle and by His word created thousands of loaves 
and thousands of fishes and caused excitement and amaze- 
ment; but He simply asked the question, "How many loaves 
have ye ?" told His disciples to make the multitude sit down 



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and to divide out what they had, and lo ! they had enough 
and to spare. 

Then he pointed the lesson to us. Do not wait for great 
things, do not long for great powers, for great opportunities ; 
use the little you have in faith and God will make it cover the 
need ; use your little strength ; use your little talent ; use 
your little store of whatever kind, and it will suffice. I 
cannot give any idea of the effect, but I must write down what 
I can so as not to forget it myself. 

When I went out of church poor Betty C, whom I have 
known from her girlhood and who has always looked old and 
weary, her capacities always having been below her needs, 
said in her very slow, drawling voice : ''Miss Patience, is this 
here preacher comin' here ag'in ? " 

"Yes, Betty," I answered. " The dean says that whenever 
he can spare an afternoon from his church in Gregory he will 
come." 

"Well, Miss Patience, I'm mighty glad to hear it. Seems 
like I'd walk any chstance to listen to him." 

"Well, Betty, you tell him that; it will please him." 

Whether Betty ever made up her mind to such an effort 
as to tell the dean I never knew. She is a woman of 46, 
tall, thin, bent, yellow, the mother of seven children and 
one grandchild. Her husband is the owner of much land and 
quite a stock of cattle, and plants a good farm. Her life has 
been one long effort to keep up with her duties, for she has 
faithfully tried in a feeble, helpless way to do her duty. 
That the sermon should have reached her heart and helped 
her was a wonderful tribute. 

These pineland white people have a strange pathos about 
them, a wistful, helpless look like some spirit that would fly, 
would soar, but is bound securely to the earth. My, but 
they are pitiless to the one who falls from their standard of 
morals ! I asked several about poor Mrs. Lewis. The an- 



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swer was always with averted eyes, "I ain't heerd nothin' 
about her for the longest." I tried one after another, but 
always the same answer. 

The Lewis family hve but two miles from the church, just 
on the road, and many of them pass the hut in coming to 
church, so there must be something very wrong. If Louise, 
who teaches the Sunday-school, had been there I could have 
found out what was the matter, but her last baby was too 
young for her to come out, and it was too late for me to go to 
her home. 

The drive home was delightful. I got home about six 
and was able to have supper all ready by the time C. and the 
dean got here. We had a charming evening and I feel 
greatly refreshed mentally and spiritually in spite of bodily 
fatigue. 

July 31. 

C. and the dean got off, to my great regret, about half 
past nine. It is my dear C.'s birthday and Chloe made a 
nice sponge-cake in honor of it. 

After they left Chloe began to pour out a sad tale about 
Goliah. I had forgotten to give notice that I would not be 
here for the Sunday-school in the afternoon, and the chil- 
dren had arrived as usual at 4 o'clock and Goliah had con- 
ducted them down to the garden and she hearing great sounds 
of mirth and revelry went down and fomid them all with as 
many peaches as they could possibly carry. 

Of course she was very indignant and scolded them, Goliah 
specially, whereupon Goliah's sister Catty, who is well named, 
being of a feline nature in the worst sense of the word, had 
broken out and "cussed" her outrageously. Altogether 
Chloe seemed anxious to impress upon me that my efforts 
to teach them were quite thrown away and that it was a 
constant danger to have that "gang o' httle niggers" coming 
about on Sunday afternoon when she was away usually. 



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She said she did not take the peaches from them, as it was 
Sunday. 

I told her I was glad she did not. It is very hard on Chloe 
to see the peaches which she has watched with such pride 
and picked so carefully so that I may have a few every day 
as they ripen, taken off by the bushel in that way, and I feel 
for her. The one faithful person does have a hard time. 

All these years I never had any fruit, but this summer I 
have had since the last of June a watermelon every day for 
my lunch and peaches and cream for breakfast or dinner, and 
both Chloe and I have rejoiced in it. Besides she has made 
several jars of peach preserves and had hoped to make 
several more. 

I had to console Chloe as best I could and promise to be 
very severe on Goliah. It is well that I had such a spiritual 
upHft yesterday, for things seem specially sordid to-day. 
I wanted to do some writing, but the little vexations were 
too numerous and engrossing. Woe is me not to be stronger, 
to let myself be made useless by these gnat stings. 

I went down to the field and found Rosetta and Anna and 
Becky doing good work, also old Florinda and Jean. Then I 
came back and did some necessary mending, and by after- 
noon quite late I went down to my table by the river with the 
dogs and got back my serenity and ended the day by working 
round the tomato plants. 

Before he went home at 6 I called up Goliah and gave him 
a talk, told him how hurt I was that the children whom I was 
trying so hard to teach the beauty and worth of honesty 
should behave so. Then most miexpectedly Goliah took all 
the blame and said : — 

"Need not to blame dc chillun. Miss Pashuns ; not one 
bin een de gaa'den but me. I gone over en I pick de peech 
en I give em to de chillun. Dcm all stan' outside de fence 
en I give evry one as mutch peech as him cud tote." 



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This astonishing truth telling raised my spirits greatly ; if 
Goliah had broken one commandment he was coming out 
nobly in telHng the truth and not bearing "false witness 
against his neighbor." So I told him how glad I was to hear 




Dem all stan' outside de fence." 



that he alone had been guilty, but he must never be so liberal 
with other people's things again. 

Altogether I am going to bed in a very happy frame of 
mind. Chloe came in after tea to talk and I tried to cheer 
her by telling her of GoHah's confession, but it seemed only 
to add fuel to fire that he should have the impudence to tell 
me to my face that he had taken all those peaches, stripped 
the tree, etc. I am glad I cannot understand her point of 
view. You cannot blame a person for being color blind or 
near-sighted ; you are just sorry for them and thankful that 
you have the joy of seeing the distant clouds in all their 
gorgeous sunset hues. 



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A week ago I had a letter from Rab, whose four years 
under the worthy Jenkins have still three months to run, 
begging me to bring him home. It is a funny little letter. 
After the usual politeness which a darky letter never leaves 
out, he says : — 

"I t'ank you mutch, Miss Pashuns, fur all you done fur me, 
but now the time is come fur me to do fur you, en I kin help 
you if you'll only send fur me to come home. I kin milk, an' 
I kin plough, an' I kin drive purty well. If you don't send 
fur me please come to see me right soon." 

I was quite touched and felt like sending for him at once, 
though the time I brought him home after typhoid fever was 
most unsuccessful, for he shot himself and as soon as he was 
out of the doctor's hands I sent him back. Now there is a 
difficulty as to where he would sleep if he came back. I ap- 
proached Chloe as to fixing up the little room off of her room 
for him, but she was so upset at the idea that I gave it up. 
I know it would be folly to put him alone in a house outside ; 
he would simply have every vagabond in the country to 
sleep with him or spend his time running over the country at 
night, which could only lead to trouble. I am disappointed 
in Rab's scholarship. The handwriting is passable, but 

everything else is pretty bad. 

August 1. 

After breakfast was going to the field when Chloe came in 
terribly excited and said she was going into the field to beat 
Jean, who had told a lie upon her. When Chloe's blood is 
up there is no stopping her ; I really was frightened, for I 
did not know what would happen. 

I went to the barn-yard to give out the feed when Chloe 
returned, dragging Jean by the arm. I sent for Lizette and 
Goliah, heard the whole story, and held court. A complete 
lie Jean had told, saying Chloe had met her at the pump 
yesterday and told her that Lizette and Louisa said Jean's 



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clothes never looked well on her because they were all stolen. 
By this time all the hands had assembled and there was 
quite an audience. Chloe, still holding Jean tightly by the 
arm, asked : — 

"Did I speak to you at all yesterday, Jean?" 

"No, mam," said Jean. 

Chloe said, "Lizette, you yere dat?" And so on it went, 
Jean confessing that it was also false what she had said, that 
wretched Goliah had said he would cut Chloe open with a 
knife. 

After Chloe had said her say, I said a few words in judg- 
ment : that they could be indicted but I would only require 
that they ask Chloe to forgive them for their outrageous 
conduct. To my great surprise Jean stepped forward and 
said : — 

" I beg your paadon. An' Chloe," extending her hand, which 
Chloe took and with a grand air said : "I fergiv' you, Jean." 

Thankful to have the court so peacefully adjourned I came 
back to the house and spent the morning cutting out Chloe's 
"fine black" frock and an extra waist. I always offer to cut 
out for her, but it ends in my stitching it all up on the ma- 
chine. 

It has been another perfect day and night. How wonder- 
fully good of the Creator to make this world so beautiful. 

August 4. 

Read till twelve last night ; I felt the need of relaxation 
and diversion. Finished "Routledge Rides Alone," which 
I have enjoyed immensely, though there is too much war for 
me. 

The working of the potatoes is almost finished. Jim is 
cutting tops of the oldest corn. I always have a fight over 
the cutting of the tops, but I insist on doing it because it 
makes nearly twice as much forage. 
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Nelly Thompson paid me a long visit. I had just washed 
my hair and was busy sewing while it dried so I asked her up 
into my room, which pleased her much. She is the widow 
of our faithful and devoted servant Nelson, and I always like 
to do her honor in a small way, though she is not at all made 
of the same clay as her husband. 

When she was going I presented her with an embroidered 
black scarf of mamma's about two yards long and three- 
quarters wide and she was very happy. From the dates 
she gave me she must be 78. She is Jim's mother-in-law. 

The first of this month I sent a notice to the five young men 
negroes, who rent houses on my place, that they must pay up 
their rent. The agreement was that they should pay $1 
every month for the house and three or four acres of garden 
and field. No one has paid, and I must have the money or 
their work. 

I thought writing a formal letter might do what speech had 
not accomplished, but as yet there has been no result. I 
want to gather my fodder, and need all the hands I can get, 
to do it before the weather changes. 

August 14. 

Went to Casa Bianca to-day. The peas are up nicely 
there, though the ground looks very rough. At Cherokee 
the men gave me one day's work on their rent as a great con- 
cession and I got in the fodder. 

Poor little Laycock has made up her mind to sit on her 
beautiful little nest of eggs and no power can stop her. There 
she sits through the broiling heat of the day, and there is no 
hope, for a pullet's first eggs never hatch. I have tried every 
method known to stop her, except ducking her in water ; that 
I would not do. 

That instinct of fulfilling one's destiny and duty is very 
wonderful. The heat has been fierce, and the box is in the 
full sunshine, the scarlet geraniums in full bloom, and at first 



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her little comb was as red as they, but gradually it has paled 
till it is a dull gray now. There she sits gasping with her 
poor little mouth wide open. I put water by her, but she 
does not avail herself of it. 

Twice a day she flies down and goes to the well, and is fed, 
making a tremendous ado among the other fowls, and then 
back again to her post. It is a thing to excite the most en- 
thusiastic admiration, that adherence to the post of duty — 
duty for its own sake. I am going to have the box taken out 
under a tree, where at least she will not suffer so. 

August 22. 

A negro man and his wife asked to see me early this morn- 
ing, whom I did not know, though they were descendants, 
both of them, of our own people, and I wondered what they 
could want. My joy was great when I found they wanted 
one of my heifers, and had brought the money. The man 
was bargaining with me trying to get it for $10 when the 
woman said : — 

"Miss, I may's well tell you I wants one o' your breed o' 
cow, en I got de $15 in me pocket fo' pay fo' em." 

So I sold her my beautiful Dodo, and I promised to keep 
her in my pasture until their fields were open. It is a mercy 
to me to have this unexpected sale. 

Last week I sold Peacock with her picture calf. I nearly 
wept, but yet was glad to get an offer for her. She was a 
pale gray, with eyes all over like the feathers of a peacock 
and a splendid milker. 

I don't allow myself to put down anything about the heat; 
after seeing little Laycock's unmurmuring endurance in her 
maternal zeal, I feel it is unworthy to dwell upon or even 
mention the subject, but it has been terrific. 

Yesterday, as I drove down, at one place where the pines 
are thick a splendid wild turkey rose just in front of us and 



372 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

soared away, greatly to Ruth's alarm. To-day very near 
the same place we came on a number of them. There must 
be a growth just there of the berries on which they feed. 

I had the wagon and men at Hasty Point landing at day- 
light waiting for the steamboat, which was due there at that 
hour. It did not come until twelve, but the church organ 
was on board and put at once into the wagon and brought 
out here, where Miss Penelope and myself superintended the 
unpacking and had it put into the church. Just as this was 
done there came a downpour of rain. I am so rejoiced that 
the organ has been restored to the church and is now in per- 
fect order. This great blessing we owe to a generous friend 
at a distance, who this spring sent the money to pay for the 

repairs and freight. 

Sunday. 

A perfect morning. Oh, the joy of this blessed day of rest 
and peace ! That the Almighty One, who needed no rest, 
whose powers are infinite, should have ordained this seventh 
day of repose and cessation from toil, seems too wonderful. 
As I sat at breakfast (a plump little summer duck) and looked 
out into the depths of foliage, all shades from the solemn, 
steady green of the great live oaks through the wild cherry's 
shining leaves, the Pride of India's diaphanous fronds, the 
walnut's dull, yellowish, palmlike branches down to the vivid 
apple green of the grass — all so perfect, so full of beauty 
and delight for the eye of man — on this His day, here in my 
isolation the love and mercy of God and the joy of His great 
gift of life intoxicate me. I feel as David must have felt 
when he wrote some of those glorious shouts of joy and praise. 
I long to give expression to my overflowing gratitude. 

Monday. 

A dreary day of rain, which I found it hard to get through. 
This is a sad season to me. I do not believe in keeping an- 



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niversaries, but they hold one in spite of every effort. Even 
when there is much of interest going on around, there is deep 
down within the heart that nag, nag, nag of memory, like 
the toll of a bell, every day, every hour, every moment of the 
agony, thirty years gone by. The maddening "Why was 
not this done?" "If only that had been done! " and so for 
the time one forgets God and His everlasting arms and 
centres the mind on poor human agencies and possibilities. 
One cannot read, one cannot sew, one cannot pray. 



CHAPTER XII 

August 27. 

DEAR old Daddy Ancrum came dressed in his Sunday 
best to tell me all he could remember of his past life. 
I had asked him some time ago to come some day 
when he felt quite well — but I was quite touched at his 
dressing in his very best for the occasion. It was most in- 
teresting to me and I wrote it all down. According to the 
dates he gave me he is 91 years old — with all his faculties 
and in good health. 

Next Sunday there is to be a "funeral sarmint/' preached 
for Chloe's aunt, a person of distinction in the colored world, 
and Chloe and Patty both want to go. I will keep Goliah, 
so as to have some one in the yard. 

As we drove to-day I asked him if he could cook rice ; that 
if he could cook I might have him do so Sunday. He said he 
could, but as he would answer that to any question asked as 
to his powers I asked him to tell me how he did it. He 
began : — 

"Fust t'ing yo' roll up yo' sleeve es high as yo' kin, en yo' 
tak soap en yo' wash yo' han' clean. Den you wash yo' pot 
clean, fill um wid col' wata en put on de fia. Now w'ile yo' 
wata de bile, yo' put yo' rice een a piggin en yo' wash um 
well, den when yo' dun put salt een yo' pot, en 'e bile high, 
yo' put yo' rice een, en le' um bile till 'e swell, den yo' pour 
off de wata, en put yo' pot back o' de stove, for steam." 

I was so impressed with the opening sentences that I deter- 
mined at once to let him cook my Sunday dinner instead of 
eating it cold, but when I told Chloe she was filled with 
indignation. 

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375 



" Miss Pashuns, if I neber eat rice again I won't eat rice 
Goliah cook ! But den Fse bery scornful !" 




Fanning and pounding rice for household use. 

August 29. 
Chloe and Patty went to the funeral "sarmint," and it was 
grand. The eulogies of the departed were satisfactory to all. 
They left in the buckboard at 10 o'clock and returned at dusk, 



376 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

the church being six miles away. When I asked what the 
preacher said about Elsa, Chloe answered : — 

" 'E set um high, but eberybody groan an' say amen to 
ebery wud. Fust t'ing 'e say she wus a fair'oman ; what 'e 
had to say 'e say to yo' face. She wusn't tale bearer, she 
wusn't 'struction maker. She wus a stewardness of de 
chutch en always fait'ful. She house wus a place fo' de 
preecher en de elda' to fin' a home w'en eber dey kum. En 
de feebla' en de olda' she husband git, de mo' she was 'evoted 
to him ; nobody neber hear um say she tyad, nite en day she 
nuss um ; she was a wirtue to im, en a sample to de yung 
womens." 

I could not help thinking Solomon could not say more for 
the woman whose value he set above rubies. 

I have had a very peaceful day. I did not feel strong 
enough to go to church. Goliah boiled the rice beautifully, 
and I made my dinner of rice and milk and 
rested. The heat has been fierce lately and I 
feel wilted, but the first autumn month will soon 

be here. 

September 1. 

The papers tell of floods everywhere, but they 

have not yet reached us. The Pee Dee is 

reported higher at Cheraw than it has 

'^^ ever been. It takes its rise in a 

'"'"^'''Si,^^'' spring under Grandfather Mountain 

in North Carolina, and so a rainy season in 

Pounding rice, the mountains or melting snows always give 

us a disastrous freshet, now that the banks 

have been stripped of trees, the whole of its long and winding 

course. 

September 3. 

Bonaparte sent me word last night that the water had made 
a great rise during the day and I had better come down early. 




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I could not get breakfast in time, so I took a glass of cold 
coffee and a piece of bread, and went. 

The barn with my rice, a very large two story building, 
was surrounded by water about fifty feet. With the aid of 
a boat Bonaparte made a very swaying bridge and I went in 
with all the empty sacks which could be gathered, and meas- 
ured and bagged the rice, removed a plank from the flooring 
of the barn above, and had the seventy-five bushels taken up. 

There was no time to call hands, as the water was rising 
rapidly to the floor where the rice was piled, so Gibbie and 
Dab with Bonaparte did it all. We had an active and very 
dusty morning, but unless the foundations of the barn give 
way the rice is safe. 

I was perfectly charmed to find I had so much, for I 
have been eating it and paying for my work with it and 
trading it for two years ; it has been a perfect widow's 
cruse. 

Coming home the clay gully was so high that the water 
came into the buckboard. Ruth didn't like it and pulled 
until she broke the harness, but we got out safely. 

September 4. 

All the roads we usually travel are impassable, the bridges 
under water or floating. The men go through a cart path 
which avoids the bridges, but it is a roundabout way and does 
not help me a bit, so I just plunge through the clay gully 
every day. 

All the men are in despair. The entire rice crop is about 
four feet under water and there is very little hope of saving 
any. I have been so unhappy because I had not planted any 
rice and accused myself of supineness because I was afraid 
of going into debt to plant any, and now I am so filled with 
thanksgiving that I didn't, and feel that I was specially 
guided not to do it. 



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September 5. 

Poor Gibbie is so determined not to work that he has broken 
the plough. I was very anxious to have land for turnips and 
rape prepared and Gibbie could only get out of it by breaking 
all three of the ploughs. Then I got him to mowing the hay, 
and he promptly broke the mowing machine. 

The cause of these mishaps is Gibbie's sporting tastes. All 
the men on the place, who will not pay their rent, are over the 
river with guns making large bags of game of different sorts. 
The poor rabbits and other things having taken refuge on 
any knoll or stump and are easily shot as the water recedes. 

I might as well give up any effort to have work done until 
the waters have entirely subsided. The damage from the 
freshet is wide-spread, but thank God ! no loss of life or cattle. 

September 6. 
In the corn-field all day. We never gather and house 
corn as early as this, but the stealing is so much worse than 
usual that it is either now or never. I could only get the 
women out, so I made Goliah do the hauling. I rode Romola, 
and she was very disagreeable and restless. 

September 7. 

In the corn-field yesterday and to-day. A perfect day, and 
the air crisp and not too hot. Oh, the beauty of the sky and 
air and trees and the black-eyed Susans and goldenrod every- 
where ! Oh, the mercy and goodness of God in making all 
this beauty and showering it on us unsatisfactory, discon- 
tented, grumbling mortals ! 

As I sit under a tree and drink in all this beauty and won- 
der, I resolve never to think myself hardly used, never to 
long after the yellow gold which greases the wheels of the 
world and makes life so easy, while I have all this golden 
glory of beauty and sunshine, and the power to see it and 
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The week's stay in the field has rewarded me. I have in 
the barn 550 bushels of corn and about two tons of sweet, 
dry hay — only the first cutting and not a drop of rain on it. 

Last Wednesday Gibbie asked me to lend him my canoe. 
I hesitated, for it is a very nice white boat. He said : — 

"Miss, ef you'll len' me I'll be keerful wid um en I'll gi'e 
you some bud fo' pay fo' um ebry day." 

I at once consented to let him have it if he would give me 
a dozen birds as rent. 

The next morning I went down to the plantation with the 
pleasant expectation of having a nice dinner ; the rice birds 
are tiny, but delicious. When I was leaving I asked Gibbie 
where my birds were, he brought out three and said they 
had had a poor night's sport. 

The next day he said there were none, as there was no dew 
and they could not get them when there was no dew. Fri- 
day night there was too much wind, he said. 

On Monday, when I asked him, he said he didn't go out 
Saturday night, as it was too close to Sunday and he had to 
prepare for church. I thought that quite proper and only 
said incidentally, as it were : — 

"And you did not go last night ?" 

"Oh, no, ma'am; not Sunday night. I wouldn't do sich 
a t'ing." 

I thought how careful Gibbie was to observe the Fourth 
Commandment, as they begin their operations about 2 a.m., 
but I said nothing and left the garden where he was working. 
As I left he turned to Goliah and took out of his pocket a 
five-dollar bill and said : — ■ 

"Look w'at I make Saturday en Sunday night !" 

Goliah told Chloe how Gibbie had showed him the money 
and told him that no night since he had the boat had he made 
less than $2. This evening I told him I could not let him have 
the boat any more, as he had been so unsuccessful. 



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He raised his voice and declared solemnly he hadn't been 
out but the one night and had given me three birds, which he 
intimated was handsome, and talked on in an injured voice. 
I only laughed and said I was sorry he was so unlucky ; that 
I could not lend my boat any more. 

They take lightwood torches and thresh the bushes with 
a long rod or switch and kill the birds, often getting two 
or three bushels in a night, which they sell to men waiting 
on the banks for 35 cents a dozen. 

I have made another effort to get the men to pay their 
house rent now that they are making so much money so easily, 
but in vain. As some one said to me the other day: "I 
never realized the power of a lie imtil recently ! Any one 
who can make a plausible lie and stick to it, seems impreg- 
nable." 

It is an awful thought, for we know who is the father of 
lies, the Prince of Darkness. There is no shaking my faith, 
however, in the ultimate triumph in that never ending, to- 
the-death struggle between the powers of darkness and light, 
— that the light will conquer every stronghold of darkness 
until the perfect day reigns the world over. 



CHAPTER XIII 

September 8. 

ROSE at five and read the lessons on the piazza and then 
churned. There is certainly a wonderful freshness and 
life in the early morning air, a kind of inspiration in 
watching the birth of a new day. I get terribly hungry, how- 
ever, before I can get any breakfast. This morning a delight- 
ful waiter arrived. It had shrimps and flounders fresh from 
the sea and great yellow pears with one red cheek. 

I did not go to the plantation, so had a day off and enjoyed 
it thoroughly. I have a most delightful book which I have 
been pining to read, but had to resist until to-day. It is 
the life of Alice Freeman Palmer, and no words can express 
the refreshment and uplift it has given me. 

I wish I could give the book to every young woman in 
whom I am interested. 

September 9. 

A brilliant morning. I tried to get to church in time and 
succeeded. All the invalids out, which was such a comfort. 
Our rector gave us a very good sermon on prayer.' There 
was a terrible mix-up in the choir in the ''Gloria in Excelsis." 
I sang one, while Miss Penelope played another ! The results 
were truly heartrending, which was a pity. Still, the in- 
tentions were good, and we were both so in earnest, that we 
could not stop, apparently. The worse the sounds were the 
more we persevered. 

September 10. 

Every effort that I have made to induce the men to pay 
their rent has been vain. Last evening as I was coming 

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back from Casa Bianca late in the afternoon, feeling very 
discouraged, I saw Green ahead of me carrying a pair of 
wild ducks and a string of coots. He was going toward 
Peaceville and I had a moment of satisfaction, for I thought 
he was taking them to me to pay on his rent. So as I came 
up with him I said in a cheery voice : — 

"My, Green, I am so glad you are bringing me those 
ducks and coots. I have only eaten one coot this year." 

Always civil. Green answered in his softest voice: "No, 
ma'am, clese don't b'longs to me ; dey b'longs to dat gent'man 
ahaid," pointing to a negro man who was walking about five 
hundred yards ahead. 

I could say nothing. I knew it was not so. I knew they 
were Green's, shot on my place, and if he had given them to 
me it would have reduced his debt from $9 to $7.50, and 
though I specially needed money I was willing to take any- 
thing to help him make a start. 

September 11. 

Yesterday Cable came to see me. I have been sending 
after him for some time, but couldn't catch sight of him. 
After a few polite inquiries as to health he said he heard I 
wanted to see him. 

"Yes," I said, "I have sent for you many times, I want you 
to cut some wood for me." 

"On what 'rangment. Miss?" 

"For half," I answered, "and I will furnish the flat without 
charge." 

He said he could not cut wood for that — it was too little, 
$1.25 a cord did not pay him for his time. After some little 
talk I found that it was a waste of time to try to get the wood 
cut, so I said : — 

"You have not done a stroke of work for me since April 
9, when you helped fill the boiler; you have your house 
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of fine land around your house on which you have a very 
good crop of corn ; and yet you have never been wiUing during 
these four months to do anything for me. You owe $9 
for the steer you got and begged me to give you time to pay. 
You have had it eighteen months and made money by its 
work but never have offered one quarter of a dollar on it. 

"Then in January you came in great distress about your 
wheel, said you had given it to a man to mend and that he 
charged $2 and that you were not willing to pay it when 
you had the money, and now that he had sent you word that 
he was going to sell the wheel unless you paid at once, and 
begged me to lend you the S2 and you would return it 
soon or at any rate work it out. But you have never paid 
a cent of it. In March when I paid you $7.85 for cutting 
wood and reminded you of your debt, asking you to pay 
something on it, you pleaded with me not to take anything 
then, you had a particular use for the money, and believing 
you, I consented. You say you have been getting one 
dollar a day where you have been working, and surely you 
could have made an effort to pay something on your debt. 

" Now I want you to work for me ; as you will not cut wood, 
go down to the plantation at once and tell Bonaparte I have 
sent you to drive the mowing machine. Jim will not be 
there until one or two o'clock and I want the hay cut this 
morning. Cut one bed, it will not take long, and then help 
Jim haul in what he has raked up. Go as quickly as you can, 
for I must get as much done as possible, the clouds are 
gathering." 

He acquiesced at once and I told him I wanted him to run 
the mowing machine all this week; it was then about ten 
o'clock. In the afternoon I drove down and found Cable 
had just turned up at four o'clock ; when I asked him about 
it he said, "Yes, ma'am, I won't tell no story about it. I did 
stop on the way," and that was all. Of course the hay was 



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not cut and only two loads were hauled in, and last night 
there came a tremendous rain wetting it all so that all wind- 
rows had to be opened and spread out again, and to-day 
Cable did not come to work, and I have no possible redress 
or power over him. Of course every one will say I was foolish 
to trust him in the first instance; but I am made that way 
and I cannot mimake myself ; if any one living near me ap- 
peals to me in distress, if I have the money at hand, I will 
lend to them, and time and time again I am deceived and 
disappointed. I said to him: — 

"Neither of your grandfathers would have acted as you 
have done. Daddy James was an honest man and never 
tried to shirk a debt, but you, though you are free and have 
schooling and all the help that a good, industrious wife can 
give in your life, are not ashamed to act so." 

I am more hurt than I can express by his not coming back 
to work. Jim has worked tremendously to try and save the 
hay, and now all that is standing should be cut, or it will be 
hard and worthless. While there is so much down that has 
to be dried and handled, another man is absolutely necessary. 

September 12. 

About 9 o'clock Chloe came in great distress to say she had 

just heard her Uncle Mose was dead. Chloe was greatly 

upset at the news. 

September 13. 

A real autumn morning. The first let-up to the heat. I 
thought in the night we were going to have another storm. 
I prayed hard against it, for my pea-vine hay would be ruined. 
This morning the east wind is high but it looks brighter. 

Chloe's getting off to old Mose's funeral occupied the whole 
morning to the exclusion of everything else. Goliah drove 
her in the buckboard with Ruth. 

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piazza to dry thoroughly. After Chloe got off I sat on a 
stool beside it and picked out the cotton, which was greatly 
damaged by the wet. The cotton was just ready to open 
when the storm came. It was arrested and kept in the 
close little case soaking wet, and then nature was busy and 
little sprouts came and went on growing as though they were 
in their proper element. 

I took out a little pinkish tight wad and opening it care- 
fully there, folded up in the middle, I found a little green leaf. 
Of course these would injure the quality of the cotton, yet 
it was impossible to have them kept separate in the picking, 
so I pick them out when it is spread out in the sun. 

While I was doing this Jim came to get orders and I had 
him pick a while. I commented on Goliah's delight and ex- 
citement over a death and funeral. He had been so sick and 
miserable yesterday that he went home about 4 o'clock, but 
being sent to tell Chloe the news he came to the yard and 
then took her out to the street and escorted her back here 
again about half past ten. He was eager to go to the "settin' 
up," six miles up the road, but could find no one willing to 
walk up there with him. I said : — 

"I do not think there is anything in which the races differ 
more entirely than in their attitude to death. No white 
child wishes to have anything to do with death ; they fly from 
the signs and tokens of it, whereas the children of the African 
race seem to be attracted by it." 

Jim answered: "What you say must be true, Miss Pen- 
nington, for nothin' gives me more pleasure than to handle 
the dead. I just delights in it an' I have great luck in it, too ; 
scarcely a person dies but what I have the privilege of jump- 
ing down in the grave and receiving the body an' makin' it 
comfortable in there." 

I was quite startled. He went on : — 

" W'en I cum frum to"\\Ti an' fin' that they'd buried Georgie 
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without my bein' there to handle her I was that disappointed 
I couldn't scarcely stand it." 

He had gone to town before Georgie died one afternoon and 
she was buried the next before he came back. It is curious 
to see racial peculiarities continue from generation to gen- 
eration. There is no repulsion to or fear of death among 
negroes as long as the clay is visible, but as soon as the funeral 
is over and the grave is left, then terror begins. Jim himself 
does not like to walk down the front avenue alone at night, 
because it is so near the beautiful spot where those of his 
race who have died here, have been buried for over a hundred 
years. And still they come. It does not matter if they have 
died elsewhere if they are prosperous, and even if it is a 
mighty effort they beg to be brought "home" and laid by 
their people. As my father owned 600 when the war ended, 
it makes a number of funerals, for all the descendants of those 
want to be laid here. There is something very touching 
about it to me. 

I am very anxious to put a wire fence around the spot. I 
think it must be nearly two acres, and I do not like the ani- 
mals to have the run of it. Two or three years ago I told 
the people that if each family Avould contribute something 
toward the wire I would put up the fence, giving the cedar 
posts, and the expense of putting it up. A number brought 
a quarter each, so that I have S4 toward the wire. Things 
have been so with me for several years that I cannot make up 
the sum lacking, so the fence must wait a while longer, 

September 15. 

My poor, dear Chloe was so excited after old Mose's funeral 
that she came last night and stood talking until eleven. I 
was frantic to finish a horrible French play I was reading — 
it is in five acts, and I am so tired of its wickedness, and I can- 
not finish it. When I saw she had started on a regular talk I 



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got my sewing and did a lot of work — put the whole frill I 
have scalloped on to the skirt. 

She said the funeral had been grand. Michael had spoken 
beautifully about "Uncle Mose" and given him such a 
character ; said that white and black respected him and were 
kind to him, and when he had said all that you would think 
could be said, Harris had taken it up and praised him more. 

"En, Miss Pashuns, dem call yo' name too. Bre' Harris 
say, en de chile of his ole Marster thought dat mutch ob Bre' 
Mose dat she sen' fo' tell um say she was gwine to give him, 
a oxen for him to put in a little cart to drive out wid." 

Moses had sold his fine pair of oxen some few years back. 
With the price of one he paid for having a cataract removed 
from his eyes, and the rest of the money he asked me to keep 
for him, and it lasted him four years, I think. He would 
send his grandson, a little boy, down with a note to ask me 
to send one, or five dollars, as the case might be. Chloe went 
back to the time about twenty years ago when he planted 
rice here, when he had always from $300 to $400 in the bank ; 
but his health failed and he had to move away from the plan- 
tation to the pineland because the "tissic" was not so bad 
in the pineland as on the river. It was very touching to 
hear all she had to say. She wound up by saying why she 
was so glad that the minister was absent, for she said : — 

"Dis preecher don' keer fu' nuthin' but money — dey ain't 
no money un a funeral, en he jes' hurry thro' en don' hav' 
no proper preechin', neider talkin' nor singin', let lone prayin*, 
en. Miss Pashuns, he's a black man too, en dat mek it wuss." 

"Why," I asked, "does that make it worse?" 

"Bekase eberybody kno' mulatta lub money, en dey look 
fu' dat, but w'en yu see a daa'k complected man, same color 
'bout as me, yu don't look fu' dat, kase dat cola' don' lub 
money hke dat." 

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called " light-skiiined " people were more avaricious than 
black. I was disposed to argue on the subject, but Chloe 
was emphatic. 

"Nigger get dem fault, 'tis true, but dem don't wushop 
money." With this high praise for her own special color 
she said good night. 

Jim and Joe Keith have had a tremendous day's work bring- 
ing in the hay. The ox wagon has a very long, high rack 
body, and that was packed just as tight as it could be ten 
times. 

My dear little Scottie dog came and sat very close to me 
to-day and looked at me with very sad eyes and dribbling 
badly from the mouth. I am too distressed because that is 
the way my former little terrier dog's last illness began. 

Went to Cherokee, taking Chloe, for I was to have the 
peanut crop harvested and I felt I needed all the eyes possible. 
Goliah worked finely and it was a successful day. The pea- 
nuts turned out so well I had to send for two extra hands 
to get them all in. 

I would feel very proud of the yield if there were not so 
many "pops" in them. Hypocrites they are. They look 
perfectly solid and plausible and when you break the shell 
there is nothing in it. I should have used more lime in the 
land. 

Walked down early into the cotton-field, and fomid it full 
of tracks of bare feet, so many different ones that I think 
every one on the place had been out stealing cotton. Jim 
was away to-day, so they had no fear of being caught. There 
is no one else who would tell me if he saw them there. I have 
felt sure this was going on because I have watched the cotton 
and know that from day to day it disappears. There is no 
hope of making anything. 

At a store near-by they buy seed cotton in any quantity, 
paying 3^ cents a pound. Little Jim-Willin', who can pick 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 389 

twenty pounds in a day, can go and sell that amount for 70 
cents, and no questions asked. If they pick every morning 
during the two hours they know Jim is milking and attend- 
ing to the horses, they can get all the cotton as fast as it 
comes out. I have wondered because it opened so slowly 
that I can only pick once a week. 

To-night little MacDuff seems very sick. At 9 I get 
Chloe to go out with me and I put him in the little wire en- 
closure so that the other dogs cannot worry him ; gave him 
milk, of which he drank a very little, and put a big pan of 

water for him. 

September 16. 

This morning when I went to see MacDuff I took him some 
griddle cakes, which he prefers to anything else. He tried 
to eat and had a dreadful convulsion. I sent Jim for hot 
water and bathed him. Then he seemed much better, walked 
to the fresh water I had brought, and drank heartily. Then 
he went and tried to eat, but the same thing came on, only 
not so severe. He has a sore place on the side of his mouth 
and also on his tail. The flies worry him so I have rigged up 
a little mosquito net for him. 

Dear little Duff much the same. He would not take the 
milk I brought him nor eat, but he dipped his nose deep into 
the basin of water very often. I think his jaws are locked, 
and so he cannot lap with his tongue as dogs generally do, 
but he can draw in water through the sides, when he buries 
his whole mouth in the water. It is distressing, to see him 
suffer. I do not think he is in pain, but he must die if he 
can neither eat nor drink. I had to try to force his mouth 
open and pour some milk down, but I saw it hurt him and 
it did no good. His gums seem very sore and inflamed. 

To-night I finished reading "Queed," a most delightful 
novel, that leaves a good taste in your mouth, which is more 
than can be said of many. 



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September 17. 

Found my dear little dog dead, when I went out to him 
this morning, my little silent partner, I will miss him sorely. 
I thought it best to bury him at once on account of the other 
dogs, though I was sorry to do it without Jim, who has been 
so good to him. 

Goliah felt most important in having to dig the grave, 
which was hard work, for I wanted it very deep. It took 
him a long time. Chloe, Lizette, and I, all assisted. About 
eighteen inches IdcIow this sandy soil is a thick stratum of 
very stiff clay. 

I had some trouble to find a suitable box, but did find one, 
and then I put him in myself and put his ivory back brush 
in with him and his mosquito net, then covered him with the 
soft gray moss and closed the box and lowered it into the 
grave with ropes. Had Don and Prince in leash looking on. 
When we had finished filling in the earth, I said a little prayer 
asking the help of the Good Father to be as faithful to my 
duty as this little dumb beast had been to his. 

I always remember that seventh verse of the thirty- 
sixth psalm of David, which comes in the Psalter for the 
seventh day, morning prayer, "Thou, Lord, shalt save both 
man and beast; how excellent is thy mercy, Lord." We 
cannot fathom the mercy of the Infinite One. 

Just as I finished Jim came and was quite shocked and 
distressed. We had thought MacDuff much better when he 
left yesterday. He said I ought to have waited for him. 
Chloe, Lizette, and Goliah had made quite a tall mound of 
clay over him and Jim begged me to let him take it down and 
rearrange it. Chloe said : — 

"I tell Miss Pashuns 'tain't de fashion to hab a high grabe, 
but him say mus' put all de clay on." 

I had scattered white clover seed over the mound, but I 
let Jim do what he wished and he spent some time over it; 



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made a neat little mound the shape of a casket, then planted 
clover over it, and got some plants of petunia I had in a box, 
and planted them there. At the same time he made up 
little Zero's grave, which had got quite flat, and planted 
flowers and clover there. 

I made the others rake up all the leaves and trash and 
burned it. I was afraid the other dogs might catch the 
disease, whatever it was — spinal meningitis or lockjaw, I 
think. This ends the chapter of one faithful little unit who 
did his best always. 

Peaceville, Monday, September 18, 8 a.m., 1906. 

It has been blowing a gale all night and the mercury has 
fallen nearly to fifty and I am looking into my trunks to find 
something thick to put on. Yesterday was a perfect autumn 
day but with just a little something in the air that suggested 
a storm and made me name Mosell's splendid new calf 
Equinox, and to-day there is no chance of having any kind of 
work done, for though the wind is so high the rain is falling 
steadily. 11 a.m., the storm is raging and as usual I am 
greatly excited and exhilarated by it. The voice of the 
Great Creator seems to be so distinct in the storm; "The 
floods clap their hands and the waves rage horribly, but the 
Lord is mightier." 

Four large pine trees have fallen in front of the house, and 
it shakes every now and then as though it must fall. Minty 
is terrified, but Chloe stands firm, trying to quiet Minty's 
fright. I sought out a sheltered corner of the piazza and 
told her to take her work-basket and go on with her darning, 
as I know occupation is a great soother to the nerves ; she 
seemed much calmer and I went in to follow my own pre- 
scription and write, when she came rushing in crying aloud, the 
immense Water Oak just at the north of the house had 
fallen, and taken off the corner of the shed. Most fortunately 



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the wind was west of north ; the whole house would have 
been crushed if it had been due north. Even Chloe seemed 
a little upset at this, so I called them into the sitting room and 
standing I read the 93d Psalm and then we knelt for a short 
but earnest prayer and then I said, ''Now that we have put 
ourselves into God's keeping, we need have no fear," The 
effect was wonderful ; Minty did not give way to her terror 
any more. 

2 P.M. 

Standing in the piazza it is a strange sight ; huge pines 
falling on all sides ; the roar of the wind is so great that one 
does not hear the falling of the trees. Many are snapped off 
halfway up as though they were splinters, while others are 
rooted up, the huge mass of roots standing up ten feet in the 
air. 

The wind is moving round slowly from N.W. to N.E. ; 
if it gets due east blowing at its present rate this house must 
fall ; for there are two defective sills and four blocks, and if 
the wind ever gets under the huge shed of the piazza to the 
east and south, it would lift the whole house from the under- 
pinnings. I have told Chloe she must boil some rice on the 
kerosene heater in the dining room, as it would be dangerous 
to attempt a fire in the kitchen, and every one is exhausted. 
If we are to have the house fall over us it is better to be in 
condition to stand it. Chloe is most reluctant to obey me, 
she seems to think it will be a disrespect somehow to the storm, 
but we do not know how long it may last, so I insisted. 

Rab has just come in, the wind having lulled a little. I 
have been very anxious about him as I sent him before the 
wind became so terrible to Miss Penelope's to get some 
groceries and ask for a receipt for pepper pickle. He tells 
me Miss Penelope's house has been destroyed and the ladies 
had all run out into the storm just escaping with their lives 
from the falling bricks and rafters. My impulse was to go 



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at once and bring them up here to stay with me ; so I started 
out, and chmbed over the great pine which had fallen across 
the road inside the gate ; and when I got on to the public 
road I found a solid barricade of huge pines across it as far 
as I could see. I climbed over ten and then felt so exhausted 
that I knew it would be folly to go on. When I got back 
Chloe brought me some deliciously cooked rice and a smoked 
herring, and it seemed to me the nicest thing in the world, 
though it was a strange thing for her to choose. I suppose 
she had overheard me talking to some one of the government 
experiments as to the strength of the different foods, and 
how they had found salt fish a most nutritious and strength- 
giving diet ; it certainly proved its stimulating qualities on 
this occasion. 

I felt quite refreshed and, as Rab said he could show me 
a way to go around the trees, I started out again, this time 
under his guidance. After much climbing I got into the Ws 
yard ; the number of prostrate trees was amazing and such 
beauties. As I passed the Rily house I saw it was a complete 
ruin ; a part of the roof had been blown away about 300 yards. 

I found the W's in a little one room cottage which for- 
tunately was on the lot ; they were soaking wet, but were so 
happy to be alive and together that nothing seemed to de- 
press them, though the house is a complete wreck and in 
such a tottering condition that nothing can be got out. I 
begged them to come home with me, but they said it was 
impossible for them to leave, and by the time I had climbed 
over all the barricading trees and got back into my tottering 
house, I came to the conclusion that they were wise. They 
were going to sit up all night in the cottage. 

Friday, September 19. 
I went to bed and slept soundly last night. I find very 
few people went to bed at all, as the wind continued blow- 



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ing heavily all night ; but this morning it has lulled and 
there is a drizzling rain and dull gray sky. 

I sent Jim to Gregory Saturday to remain there and bring 
R. up, as he had written me he would be there Monday. So 
there was no one at Cherokee but Bonaparte and I knew he 
must be almost frantic there alone, and as I could hear noth- 
ing of what had happened there I thought it was my duty 
to make an effort to get down to the plantation. So I had 
Rab put the side-saddle on Ruth this morning and started 
off, taking Rab along on foot ; for though he is very small, 
he is so brave and intelligent that I knew he would be a 
great help. He was delighted to go and very proud of the 
position of escort. 

By great meandering around the tops of trees, and jump- 
ing others, through people's yards I made my way to the 
post-office. There I met Mr. B. and Mr. F. who said it was 
madness to attempt to go down to the plantation on horse- 
back. I said I would tie my horse there and try it on foot ; 
but at that they both agreed it was better for me, if I in- 
sisted on going, to ride as far as I could, and then tie my horse 
and proceed on foot. The road goes two miles due east and 
then makes a sharp turn and continues two miles due south. 
About a hundred yards out of the village Mr. R. appeared, 
looking haggard and weary ; he said the storm had been 
terrific at his place, he had had nothing to eat since yester- 
day morning, and that the road was absolutely impassable ; 
he had made his way through the woods and it had taken 
him hours ; but he told me there was no hope of getting along 
the road as the deep ditch on each side and the trees across 
it made it impossible. I took his advice and struck into 
the woods, greatly against Rab's judgment, and Ruth fought 
every step of the way. My hope was to make the other 
side of the triangle by going in a southeasterly direction, 
but there was no sign of the whereabouts of the sun and so 



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nothing but instinct to go by. Rab rolled up his little pants 
as high as he could, the continuous rains having made the 
woods in many places more than knee-deep in slush and 
water. 

When he reached any specially difficult spot, he would 
fly ahead and from his vantage ground call to the recalci- 
trant Ruth, "Cum on. Root, look a' me, I git ober en I sure 
yu'se bigger den me" ; and the mare, who is far too human, 
and had taken her key-note from my pessimistic advisers 
at the P.O., would seem greatly encouraged by Rab's op- 
timism. 

It seemed to me a perfect miracle when we finally emerged 
from the woods, just where I had hoped to strike the road, 
on Cherokee soil. At the gate, standing looking distractedly 
up the road, I came upon Bonaparte ; he looked gaunt and 
wild, and as soon as he saw me he called out, "Teng God ! 
I look, en I look, en I look, en you ain't come." 

"Well," I said, "you may be thankful to see me now, for 
I have gone through great perils getting here." 

The faithful old man walked beside my horse, and told 
of the terrors of yesterday, how he watched his chance to 
go from the barn-yard to the house and back again, for trees 
and rafters and beams were flying in every direction ; and 
how he managed to get the five horses and two colts into the 
cow stable, and how no sooner had he done it than the horse 
stable fell, the roof blowing away a hundred yards, and then 
when he saw the cow stable shake he tried to get them out, 
but they would not come out, and just then he heard a great 
noise and behold the big two-story barn packed with hay 
had fallen and crushed Jackson (an ox) and mashed up all 
the wagons and other farm vehicles and implements in the 
shed alongside. And then the shed to the engine room 
went, and then the screw, for carrying the rice from the thrash- 
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was thrilling to hear the old man's graphic narrative, and how 
he and all the animals escaped, was a wonder. 

He led me round through the fields and over ditches, for 
there were five huge live oaks down on the avenue, some 
directly across. When I reached the barn-yard I jumped 
down and turned Ruth loose with the saddle and bridle on 
her, as I can always catch her and I wanted to walk over 
the whole scene of destruction with Bonaparte. Every fence 
was down and the sheep, hogs, cows, and horses were eating 
up the corn, peas, and potatoes over which we had labored 
so. We went on to the cotton-field which I had seen on 
Saturday white with a splendid growth of cotton. I planted 
a long staple cotton which grew as tall as I am and branched 
so well that Jim could not give it the last plowing it should 
have had, because the branches met in the rows. I had it 
picked twice when some bolls were out, but I was advised 
to wait until the whole field was out, as the hands picked 
more and the cotton was better quality ; so I waited and the 
picking was to have begun yesterday. Saturday it looked 
like a field of snow. Now there was no vestige of white, 
the stalks all lay prostrate, and the cotton beaten into the 
earth. It is a terrible blow, as I had counted on this for my 
money crop. 

Before catching Ruth I went to the dairy, skimmed the 
cream, and put it into a preserve jar and determined to try 
to take it with me. Hearing me lament over my inability 
to take the milk with me too, for I have been sending milk 
regularly to several friends in the village who had none, and 
I knew they would miss it, Rab said, "I most think I kin 
carry de milk." 

"No, Rab," I said, "not four quart bottles. If we had 
it in a demijohn I could put it in a sack and you could 
take it on your shoulder, but not four bottles, they would 
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"Le' me try, Miss Pashuns, I kno' I kin do um." 

Of course I was delighted to let Rab try, for if he failed, 
it would be only the loss of the milk. 

There was no horse feed at the pineland, so I told Bona- 
parte to put half a bushel of corn in a sack with the cream 
jar and a small quantity in one end and the rest of the corn 
in the other end to balance, I threw it across the back of my 
horse and tied it securely to the saddle and we started. I 
heard Rab say, "Root, yu try for roll but yu couldn't 
mek um," and I saw that one side of the saddle and bridle 
was muddy. Fortunately she had tried to roll on the right 
side, so the pommels were not broken. Our homeward journey 
seemed to me worse than the morning's. Perhaps I was only 
tired and discouraged at the wide-spread destruction ; but 
we struck a denser growth and did not find the ridge we had 
followed in the morning. Then we had gone round the two 
swamps in a wonderful way, now we had to cross both, and 
the fear of getting caught in those woods by the night made 
it worse ; however, just as the dusk was falling we struck 
into the road near the village about 300 yards from the point 
at which we had left it in the morning, and now I was able 
to trust Ruth to pick her way round and over the trees as 
we had come that way in the morning. 

As I rode up to the house my heart was gladdened by the 
sight of R. running down the steps to meet me. It was 
such a relief that I nearly fainted and he had to lift me down 
from my horse. He had left Gregory with Jim at 7 o'clock 
this morning in the buckboard much against every one's 
advice. But he thought by taking axes to cut the trees out 
of the road there would be no difficulty. They cut, and cut, 
and took the horse from the buggy which they lifted over 
many, many trees ; but at last they left the buckboard in 
the woods. R. led Nan and Jim took the big umbrella 
(which I had just bought) and swung the two valises on that 



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over his shoulder and they climbed home, having just reached 
the house when I came. 

R. said he was just going to start to look for me, he was 
so shocked to hear that I had gone to the plantation. It 
was too delightful to have R. with me safe and sound and 
to have all the dangers and fatigues of the day past, and 
to know that for the next two weeks I need not cudgel my 
poor brain as to what should be done, for he has excellent 
judgment and will direct the work of restoration much better 
than I could. 

Only one thing I must do myself, I must go to Casa Bianca 
and see the destruction there and hearten Nat up a bit ; of 
course all chance of rice crop is gone there as well as at 
Cherokee. 

Rab had the happiness of carrying around the milk which 
he had so successfully brought out and telling of the dangers 
of our trip and of his powers ; and he was greatly praised 
and complimented on his feat. 

Chloe had a delicious supper for us which we certainly 
enjoyed, for neither of us had tasted anything since morning. 

September 20. 

Drove down to Casa Bianca to find a scene of great deso- 
lation in the Negro street or quarters. 

Three houses have been blown down but no one was hurt, 
not even any animal injured. The barn is also down and 
the trees around the house badly torn, but the dear old house 
is not hurt in the least, which is a perfect wonder, I love 
every old board and shingle in that house and I expected 
to see it knocked fiat, with all my dear old furniture crushed, 
but positively there was not a pane of glass broken or a 
shingle off, and the great Olea fragrans which grows as tall 
as the roof was in full bloom, not a branch broken, making 
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the childlike faith of the nigs has a soothing, cheering effect. 
When I asked Nat about the rice, he pointed to the place 
where the rice-fields should be, which looked like a great 
lake, no banks being visible. "All gone. Miss ; me en Jonas 
jis done cut de rice and de sto'm come en carry um right out 
to sea." 

When I condoled with him he answered joyfully, "Miss, 
I too tenkful I see de sun myself, en me chillun, en me wife, 
fu' fret 'bout rice. Ebrybody stan' same fashun." 

That is the great consolation, it is nothing personal and 
special, every one shares in the disaster, and to them it makes 
it easy to bear. For myself it does 
not help me, it only makes it ^ '^i0f-i:' .'h 

harder, the loss is so wide- 







spread and complete. I fear r, vf > ! r r -S- ■ !f J ! *f 

the storm drops a dramatic, ' ' ty -^^s'\4.|i'*^»---'-^'^ 
I may say tragic, curtain on - -^ '^^'^' ^- 

my career as a rice planter. 

Cherokee, September 23. 

I did not go to Peaceville ^i • '^"iW i j ii 

. . Tne rice-nelds looked like a great 

to church this morning, C. lake. 

having written me that the 

dean would hold service at St. Peter's-in-the- Woods at four, 

that he would drive him there and that they would come 

back with me and spend the night. So I prepared a nice 

dinner of wild duck and broiled chicken for them and took 

my own frugal little lunch at 2 o'clock and drove out to the 

church. 

The day was very hot but beautiful. Jim did not go to 

town last evening, but stayed to drive me out in wagon with 

Ruth and Marietta. I always enjoy driving behind this pair 

of mother and daughter. Marietta dances along gayly and 

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The little church was crowded with the simple, pathetic 
congregation. Louise Moore looked sweet in her black 
dress, her face so sad, for it is just two months since she lost 
her beautiful seven-year-old boy. She held up Avith pride 
her new baby, which she tightly clasped in her arms. So it 
is with them always : " Le roi est mort ; vive le roi." But 
I know this new baby can never be as clever and good a child 
as the little Charley was. 

The dean read the gospel for the day, the fifteenth Sunday 
after Trinity, beginning "No man can serve two masters." 
He shut the book and spoke quietly and beautifully on what 
makes a Christian. Is it baptism ? No. Going to church ? 
No. And so on, and then he explained what it was ; to follow 
in the footsteps left by the Saviour; to be kind, gentle, 
thoughtful to others, helpful in word and deed, unselfish, 
self-denying, and to be guided by counsel from above, asked 
for daily, hourly, in what we call prayer. Then he explained 
how one can pray in the midst of work and turmoil ; the heart 
needs no ceremony to ask the help of the Heavenly Father, 
There are no doorkeepers or guards at the gates. There the 
humblest kind of prayer, the silent aspiration, "Lord, be 
merciful to me a sinner," goes straight, unimpeded, to the 
throne of grace. Then he dwelt on God's special care for 
each of His children and His knowledge of their weaknesses 
and temptations and needs. 

It was a joy to me to see Solomon's great round eyes fixed 
eagerly on the speaker, looldng for something which his 
simple mind could grasp and hold. He was asldng bread, 
and I was so thankful that he was not getting a stone. Col. 
Ben fixed his wistful eyes with their long lashes, the only 
spark of beauty about his very freckled face, on the preacher 
and never seemed even to wink. A very stout man in his 
shirt sleeves whom I did not recognize as one of the regular 
congregation (the men are all so thin and tall), looked as 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 401 

though he was forced to hsten and understand against his 
will. 

C. and the dean were not able to come home with me to 
spend the night, to my great regret. They found at the 
last moment that it would be necessary to return to Gregory 

this evening. 

Monday. 

I sat and sewed, not feeling up to much exertion. I 
finished the gray muslin frock and it is sweet. Then I 
darned stockings. If anything can make you more conceited 
than darning stockings I don't know what it is unless it be 
early rising. I think if by great and sustained effort I ever 
became an early riser I would become insufferable. All 
my life that has been my greatest ambition, but I never 
succeed in rising early for more than a few weeks at a time 
under pressure. 

September 25. 

Danton was to be married this evening and specially 
invited Chloe, and I saw she wanted to go, so I told her she 
must go, that it was only due Danton, as a refused suitor 
for her hand, that she should attend the wedding. She said 
she did think it would be a ''good polish" on her part to 
be present, ])ut that she could not bear to leave me alone 
from early in the afternoon until late at night. She said : — ■ 

"Dem say de weddin' gwine be at fo', but nigga fo' mean 
buckra seven ! Dem neber will reddy by fo'." 

However, I insisted and persisted until she went. I kept 
Patty Ann as long as I could by going to the barn-yard to 
measure the peas and telling her she must take charge of 
the house and yard until I got back. There were about 
twenty hands. Some wanted to pick for one-third of the 
peas, some for money. It is very hard to divide peas evenly. 
I find the easiest way is to weigh the peas and then divide 
the weight. It really takes less time than any other way, 
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402 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

for it is accurate and I can get through weighing and dividing 
up 1500 pounds of peas among twenty hands in no time. 

When I got back from the barn I had to let Patty Ann go. 
Then I went to see after Pocahontas, my beautiful young 
cow, who is ill. I gave her a dose of aconite to-day and had 
Jim rub her with liniment. She is strangely affected ; her 
fore legs seem almost paralyzed and cross each other when 
she walks, or rather steps, for she is afraid to walk more 
than a dozen steps at a time ; then down she goes. 

Her countenance is bright, however, which makes me hope- 
ful. It would be a dreadful blow to lose her. R. L. A., who 
knows about cows, told me not to take less than S65 for her 
in the spring before she had her first calf. The calf is so fine 
I have named her Beauty. 

I gave Pocahontas a large bundle of fresh cut grass and 
a bucket of water, for Jim has gone to the wedding too. 
To my delight when I put the grass down a little beyond her 
reach, giving her only one handful to taste, she got up with 
great difficulty, resting some time on her knees, swaying so 
that I thought she must keel over, but at last she got to 
her feet and stood trembling for a little before she could 
make the one step necessary to reach the grass. It seems to 
me she has had a severe blow on her left shoulder and the left 
leg is almost paralyzed. She puts all her weight on the right. 

When I had got through my ministrations to her and came 
out of the stable and started toward the house I was scared 
almost out of my wits l)y a tall man standing at the gate. 
It took all my coiu'agc to force myself forward instead of 
retreating rapidly to the shelter of Pocahontas's stable. 
However, I went forward with a bold air to find a variation 
of Don Quixote's windmill. I had been picking up walnuts 
as my first amusement and got so warm that I took off my 
white flannel coat and hung it on a tall post near the gate as 
I went out to see after the cow, and had entirely forgotten it. 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 403 

I laughed at myself, but feebly, for I have not had such a 
fright for a long time. There is no human being within three- 
quarters of a mile of me, and I have had trouble with a very 
bad man whose hog was in my corn and peas, for a week be- 
fore we found it out. I had Jim catch it and shut it up and 
send word to the man that he must pay me $2 before he 
could get it. That was not nearly the value of what he had 
destroyed, but I thought it was all I could ask. He sent 
word he would not pay it, that I could keep the hog and send 
him a dollar. It is a complete razor back and I don't want 
it, but Jim seemed to think he would hke it and told me he 
would pay the dollar and take the hog. 

I said, "Then where is my pay for the damage to the crop ? " 
It seemed very hard for him to see the justice of this. 

In the meantime I am feeding the creature on my precious 
corn and the owner is very angry. 

I put up the walnuts I had picked, four dozen. The squir- 
rels steal them as well as people, so they have to be put in a 
close place to keep them. 

When I went out first the sunset was wonderful. Exqui- 
site rose-colored clouds, layers upon layers of them, filled the 
heavens and the pure, cold crescent moon emerged from their 
billowy depths with its bow of hope. I stood and watched 
with much delight until, oh, sadness ! the rose-colored 
clouds turned to ashes of roses and I felt with a pang that 
night was near. 

When I came into the house at last it was quite dark and 
I had forgotten to put the matches on the table near the door, 
so I had rather an eventful progress, falling over chairs and 
stools to find them. I do not like the dark and cannot walk 
straight in it. At last, however, I got the matches and lighted 
the lamp and took my tea, which had been made early but 
kept hot under a cosey. 

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404 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

vous. I do hope my nerve is not going to fail me. It is 
the first time I have been quite alone in the house and yard 
without MacDuff, my stanch little watch-dog, and it makes 
a great difference. He used to sit right by me and follow 
my every motion, and when he barked it meant something. 
Don barks because he is chained and Prince barks because 
he is afraid of the young moonlight, it is so mysterious. 
Their continual barking worries me, for Chloe left both 
chicken coops unlocked and I cannot discriminate between 
the bark that means something and the other. 

I tried to read but did not succeed, so I took to the piano 
and worked hard at Chopin's etudes. The "Revolutionary" 
etude requires plenty of work and effort and concentration. 
Now it is 10 o'clock and I had to stop for very weariness and 
am writing. 

After going out into the yard several times to see if Prince 
was barking at any reality, I brought him into the pantry, 
and in order to compose his nerves I left the "Revolution- 
ary" etude, which is so tempestuous, and played the next, 
which is almost a lullaby, so soft and soothing is it, and to 
my relief it had its effect, and Prince went to sleep. 

Just now I heard Don give a real bark and went out to 
find the party had returned, Chloe in high glee. I had sent 
by her to Danton as a wedding present, a white waistcoat. 
The buttons had been taken out when it was washed and had 
not been put back, and when I thought of the waistcoat as 
a present, Chloe was all ready and I could not put the but- 
tons in, so I wrapped them up and put them in the pocket, 
wrapped the waistcoat in a paper, with my good wishes on 
the paper, and gave it to Chloe. 

She told me that they met the bridegroom on his way 
to the wedding with his four attendants and she delivered 
the package. Danton opc^ncd it, expressed great delight, 
took off his coat and put on the waistcoat, and the groomsmen 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 405 

all assisted in putting in the buttons with the string which 
tied the parcel, and the bridegroom was resplendent and the 
four groomsmen were loud in applause. He folded the paper 
up and put it carefully in his pocket and said, "I gwine to 
keep Miss Pashmis's good will she write on dis paper." 

Chloe says the wine flowed freely and the large company 
all had some, and the six cakes were not all consumed. She 
is telling me every detail of the gayety. Jim had the duty 
of handing round the wine, which Chloe privately told me 
was very sour. But it was a "high class " affair, not so much 
as a "cuss word," all pleasant and polite. 

I am writing while she narrates, which will account for 
incoherence. She stands with her hand on the knob of the 
door and every now and then my hopes rise as she opens the 
door, but at once some new detail comes to her mind and the 
door closes, the lantern is put down, and the wonderful witti- 
cisms recommence. 

The bride wore yellow satin with two skirts, a long veil 
put on with a wreath of white flowers and looked "truly 
han'som, en I neber bin to a freer weddin'. Miss Pashuns, 
dan dis. Of coa's de cake was to dem tas'e, not to yo'ne, 
but dem had a plenty o' dem, sum lef." 

At last Chloe has said good night. I'm going to bed to 
dream of the wedding. 

September 26. 

Nice letters by mail to-day, but I am so down and miser- 
able in spirits, that I do not know what will be the result. 
I feel ill just from despair. There seems no outlook any- 
where — no hope. I feel ashamed of myself, for there are 
so many so much worse off. God forgive me. 



CHAPTER XIV 

September 28. 

TO-DAY'S mail brought me a most agitating letter from 
dear C. She wrote from the hospital, where she was 
to be operated upon for appendicitis that day. She 
begged me if possible to go at once and take charge of her 
household and three little boys until her return. It seems 
almost impossible to leave just now- — but I have determined 
to drop everything and go. I feel very anxious, for her letter 
took a long time to reach me. 

Unita, September 30. 

Left Peaceville yesterday at 3 p.m. and reached this flour- 
ishing town at 12 to-day. The boys are splendid fellows, 
aged eight, seven, and four years, full of life and fun and chat- 
ter ; it is a great contrast to the silent home I left. 

On the journey up I had two hours in Columbia, which 
I spent with B. I was very pleased to find that W., her 
ten-year-old son, had recovered from the effects of the great 
shock he had when I was there in June. 

All the children were at a large picnic on the outskirts of 
the city in a very pretty spot with a stream running through 
which opened out into a small lake in one spot. There W. 
was playing with a comrade of his own age, to whom he was 
devoted. They were wading in what seemed a sheet of 
shallow water and were throwing up a lemon as a ball, each 
trying to catch it. 

Suddenly as the friend leaped to catch the ball he sank 
from sight in unsuspected deep water. W. saw him rise 
and sprang after in an involuntary impulse to save him. He 

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A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 407 

too disappeared. Both rose, then sank again, W.'s second 
sinking being the friend's third, his arms being clasped around 
W.'s waist. 

About 300 yards away a young matron who had brought 
her four children to the picnic, one being quite a baby still, 
heard the cry and started toward the pool at a run. She 
reached the water as W. rose for the third time. Though 
panting from the run she sprang in where she saw him sink, 
and after what seemed to the onlookers an age she appeared 
holding W. by the collar, and slowly and painfully dragged 
him to the shallow water. A lady seeing she was nearly 
spent, waded in waist deep and helped her bring him to the 
shore, and said : — 

"Come out, you are exhausted." 

"No, no!" Mrs. M. answered. "There is another, I 
must go back for him," and she turned again to the deep 
water. 

But every one saw that she could not possibly go down 
again, and she was pulled gently to the shore and placed in 
an automobile and taken home. 

It was a most heroic action for that frail young woman, 
exhausted from the run, to plunge in with clothes and shoes 
on. I asked B. to take me to call on her and that visit will 
always remain in my memory as a beautiful picture. She 
was sitting on the vine-covered porch at her sewing-machine, 
while the children played around. She did not wish to 
speak of the tragedy and talked of lighter things. 

She told us she had grown up on a plantation near Beau- 
fort, and she had only consented to come to the city on con- 
dition that her home should be on the outskirts, where she 
could have large grounds with flower and vegetable garden 
and keep a cow, a small farm in fact, and her present home 
gave her all the country occupations and pleasures, while 
her children could reach the city schools easily. I had gone 



408 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

for the purpose of expressing my gratitude and admiration 
for her presence of mind and heroism, so before we left I 
spoke of the tragedy. Her lovely face went white at once, 
and she said : — 

"Oh, but the other boy! If only I could have got him 
too ! I think of that other mother always." 

My very heart was stirred by the heroism of the whole 
thing, and the mercy of the rescue of my dear great-nephew 
and the terrible tragedy of his companions' death. Alto- 
gether my admiration and reverence was excited for all the 
actors in the drama, Mrs. M., and my great-nephew, who 
had tried to save his comrade, but Mrs. M. above all; — 
just a flash of tragedy, heroism, and nobility out of the 
clear sky, when often life looks so commonplace. 

October 4. 

It is a wonder to me how I can cast away all thought of 
things at home so completely, specially the pea-vine hay, which 
had become a kind of fetish with me, but truth to say, my 
time and thoughts are so fully occupied that I have no chance 
to dwell on anything outside of these four walls. It is time 
for the incubator to hatch and I find myself in spite of ac- 
tive occupations wondering as to how Chloe and Patty are 
getting on. Neither of them seemed able to make out the 
thermometer, so that my kind friend Mrs. S. had promised 
to go in once a day and look at it. It will be a wonder if 
any chickens hatch under the circumstances. 

This is a lovely place, a charmingly comfortable house 
and so surrounded by trees that I can forget I am in a city 
and only feel the comfort of having the butcher and baker 
and every one else you want, call at your door. I certainly 
can appreciate that part of city life. 

"Seven" and "Eight" go to school and the excitement 
of getting them off in the morning is intense. They have a 



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long walk, entirely across the town, and there are many- 
snares and pitfalls in the shape of circus pictures on the way, 
so that it is necessary to give them ample time to get there 
before the bell rings. 

"Four" stays at home and is my constant companion. 
If he were not a fascinating child it would be very trying, 
but besides being strong, healthy, and handsome he is per- 
fectly obedient and very original. I was sitting on the porch 
sewing and he was playing with my trunk strap, greatly to 
the injury of the strap, twisting it around a tree. I told 
him to stop, which he did at once, and with the greatest agil- 
ity, to use his own word, he "skinned" up the tree. He went 
up until he was on a level with the second story windows 
and then began to discourse. 

"Aunt Patience, did you see how quick I minded you, 
an' stopped doing what you tol' me not to do?" 
"Yes," I answered, "and I was greatly pleased." 
"Well," he went on, "I did that because if you do what 
grown-up people tell you not to do, God don't like it, an' 
he'll surely make you stump your toe." 

I could not help laughing, it was so funny, his little bare 
feet are so battered and bruised by stones and roots ; but he 
got very angry, and let go his hold on the limb on which he 
sat, to gesticulate fiercely as he went on. 

"That ain't nothin' to laugh at, its puffectly true ! An' 
if you're a grown man an' won't mind Him an' do wrong, He 
might make you break your neck, but if you're a boy, 
he'll only jes' make you stump your toe." 

I was so afraid that in the earnestness of his gesticulations 
he would fall from the high limb that I became solemn at 
once and said how pleased I was that he was so wise and 
realized that evil doing always brought its own punishment. 
At the same time I begged him to hold on, as it was neces- 
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to do what was right. As "Seven" fell from that same 
limb and split his tongue two days before I arrived, I was 
truly thankful when the little preacher got down safe and 
sound. 

The last time the boys stayed with me at Cherokee Chloe 
nicknamed them the doctor, the lawyer, and the preacher, 
and the names seem to suit. I was walking with "Eight," 
the doctor, yesterday afternoon and as we flew along, for I 
walk fast, he threw his arms out and exclaimed : — ■ 

"Oh, I just wish I had all the money in the world," 

I was quite shocked. "Oh, my dear boy, what makes 
you wish for money? You have everything you want." 

He answered: "Didn't you see that poor old daddy, all 
ragged and dirty? He has an awful foot, I saw it, and I 
gave him a dime the other day, but if I had all the money, 
I'd load up my pockets with big bills and as I went along the 
streets and I saw him, I'd just slip a fifty-dollar bill out of 
my pocket and into his hand and say, 'Shut your hand quick, 
old uncle, here's fifty dollars ; go get your leg cured and 
buy all you want.' And then I'd run on quick before he 
knew who it was. And you see that poor, thin, pale-faced 
little girl coming out of the factory ? I'd do the same to her, 
and walking just as fast as we are now I'd just give everybody 
that looked needing it, a good big bill ! Now wouldn't that 
be jolly ? And wouldn't I be happy !" 

I told him if he ever wanted to do that he would have to 
work hard at his arithmetic, over which he has so much 
trouble, for there was no chance of ever making headway in 
the world without conquering that — which seemed to put 
arithmetic in a new light to him. 

But I really was very pleased to see in the boy that love of 
humanity which made him wish to relieve suffering, though 
only in imagination, instead of dreaming of autos and other 
grandeurs for himself. "II chasse de race." But we cer-: 



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tainly understand spending money better than we do making 

it, which is a pity and made me point out to him that 

money had to be made before it could be given away, and 

that money was made by arithmetic, so to speak, rather 

than by dreaming. 

October 20, 

I have got on beautifully with the boys and am so happy to 
know them well. I have had many trials of strength with 
them, but I never give in. The " doctor" came in from school 
the other day and threw his arms around me and said : — 

"You are just the sweetest aunt in the world !" 

I said, "What does this mean?" laughingly, for we had 
had a mighty tussle that morning over his arithmetic. 

He went on as if not hearing me: "I just get praised in 
school all the time, since you have been here." 

I thought it was the most magnanimous thing, for I had 
been very severe on him in the battle over the arithmetic. 
I really think the mental arithmetic is quite too hard for a 
boy of eight, it requires such an effort and so much concen- 
tration; but as the lesson is given him, he must put his mind 
on it and learn it. 

The analysis is more puzzling than the questions them- 
selves, and he fights it, and I don't wonder, but as the lesson 
is given it is his duty to learn it, and I make him shut his 
eyes and concentrate his mind ; and I thought it was wonder- 
ful that having felt the good result in praise he should wish 
to pass it on to me. Oh, the joy of having first class material 
to work upon ! 

Cherokee, November 10. 

A perfectly exquisite day. I reached Gregory last night 
and spent the night by invitation at Woodstock. I had 
written for Gibbie to meet me there at noon, and he arrived 
punctually. I rested the horses about half an hour and then 
started back. The horses looked jaded and I let them walk, 



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as it was intense enjoyment to feel the soft balmy air on my 
cheeks and to study the variety of lovely wild flowers which 
autumn brings, as we went through the pine woods, following 
the rough and winding short cut to the ferry. 

I asked Gibbie questions, to which he gave the most pro- 
longed and elaborate answers. I am sure he had composed 
and arranged them all as he drove down. He told me every 
item of home news ; everything rose color ; potatoes dug and 
very fine, "about free hundred bushil." "Great crop of 
hay," he having saved it all. More peas than I " could 
'stroy." He spoke of Bonaparte altogether as "the Cap'en," 
which showed me they were on good terms, a most unusual 
thing. All the cows in fine condition, he reported, but when I 
asked about Heart, the Guernsey heifer I was so anxious to 
raise, he said a sad accident happened and she was dead. 

After we crossed the ferry the horses looked so down- 
hearted that I asked if Ruth had had any holiday. No, he 
said, Ruth had been driven every day; but Romola had 
done nothing since I left home. 

"What," I said, "not been in harness since September 20 ?" 

"No, ma'am, just been out in de fiel' de eat grass." 

"Mercy on us," I cried, "and you brought her on this 
twenty-six mile drive to-day?" 

"Needn't to fret, ma'am. Uncle Bonapa'te feed um well, 
he give um twenty-eight year o' co'n jes' fo' we sta'at dis 
mo'ning." 

I began at once to feel anxious about Romola and drove 
slower and slower. She would turn and bite at her side from 
time to time and travelled Avith her head down. Finally 
when we were five miles from home she threw herself vio- 
lently down. Romola is such a good creature ; she managed 
not to break a strap of the harness, nor the pole, only she 
nearly toppled Ruth over, but by falling against her she 
saved the pole. 



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I sprang out and had the harness taken off quickly and got 
her up and led her out of the road into a grassy place in the 
woods just in time, for she threw herself down again, rolling 
over and over and groaning and tossing herself about — a 
genuine case of colic. 

First I told Gibbie to run home and bring Nana as quickly 
as he could. Then I considered that it must take at least 
two hours, even if he ran, which I knew he would not do, and 
to be left on the highway alone, the buckboard loaded with 
my possessions, with a sick horse, would be a trying ordeal 
for me and would really be tempting Providence in the way of 
tramps, so I said : — 

"No, don't go yet a while; perhaps some one will come 
whom I can send." 

In about half an hour a neighbor passed and offered to 
help me, so I asked him if when he passed Cherokee he would 
drive in, and tell Bonaparte to bring Nana in the old buck- 
board and to tell Chloe to send by him the horse physic from 
behind the dogs on the mantelpiece in the dining-room. He 
seemed very glad to do it and I felt relieved, loiowing I would 
not have to spend the night on the road. I always keep a 
bottle of aconite behind a very beautiful pair of bronze 
hounds by Isidore Bonheur and Chloe laiows just where to 
find it, for I have kept it there for years. 

Romola continued in great distress. I had a bottle of al- 
mond oil ^vith extract of violet in my valise which I fortu- 
nately thought of. I got it out and told Gibbie to rub her, 
but finding that he didn't seem to know how to rub, I just 
took it myself and rubbed her well. I had to be quick in 
getting out of the way when she flopped over or I would have 
got mashed ; but I stood behind her and, leaning over, put 
my whole weight on my hands. 

As the sun was dropping below the horizon in the west she 
got up and shook herself. I led her about a little and felt 



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sure the attack was over, so I told Gibbie to harness and put 
her in. He had been kept busy by Ruth, who as feeding 
time approached was eager to break away and get to her 
stable. We moved off slowly, and in half a mile we met 
Bonaparte with Nana and the other buckboard and he took 
the trunk. I gave Romola a dose of aconite and she plucked 
up a little spirit ; but she did not pull, she simply walked 
beside Ruth, who took the whole load. 

It was after dark when we reached the house. I gave her 
three quarts of hot water with soda in it and another spoonful 
of aconite. I was truly thankful when I finally dragged my 
weary limbs up the front steps and found a bright fire, nice 
supper, Chloe, Don, and home. 

Sunday, November 11. 

My blessed mother's birthday. I am too stiff and ill to 
attempt to go down with flowers to her resting-place as I 
usually do ; a great disappointment. Bonaparte asked for 
a private interview, so I went to one end of the piazza, though 
there was no one within hearing. He told me after a long 
and mysterious preamble that he was engaged to be married. 

I was distressed when I heard he had selected a compara- 
tively young woman from Gregory. When I expressed my 
anxiety, saying a woman from the country would suit him 
better, he said that when I saw Jane I would have no objec- 
tion to make, as she bore a fine character with white as well 
as black. Of course I can do nothing now but give him my 
good wishes. 

Two or three months ago when I saw his restless, miserable 
frame of mind, I knew he was thinking of replacing his good, 
faithful wife and I tried to help him. After a careful survey 
of the matrimonial field, I concluded that good httle Jinny 
would be the best person for him. She is an industrious, 
smart woman, who had been a faithful ^y\ic and mother and 
is now a widow. One day I said to him that whenever the 



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time came that he felt he needed a companion I thought Jinny 
Robinson would make him an excellent helpmate. To my 
surprise he answered quickly, "Jinny too old for me, Miss 
Pashuns." 

She is twenty years younger than he is. My mother was 
always appealed to for advice and suggestion by those left 
desolate, and I never knew an instance when her selection 
was rejected or the match turned out badly, so I was quite 
unprepared for this rebuff. 

Jinny lives on her own farm and all her children are mar- 
ried, so that she would have suited him well. 

Nat came up from Casa Bianca to tell me my fine yearling 
steer Knox was dead. He was perfectly well apparently 
when Jim went down there last week. It always is a trial 
to talk to a negro in such cases. I asked of course what ailed 
the steer. Nat scratched his head violently and answered : — 

" Miss, 'e time cum, I t'ink. Wen we time cum we 'bleeged 
to go. De black steer time cum en I cudn't keep um; en 
beside dat 'e had de hollow tail." 

Of course I retreated from the effort to find out anything, 

but I told him he must bring the rest of the cattle up here. 

The pasture being very fine down there, I leave the cows there 

in summer, but as soon as the corn-fields are open here I 

bring them back where I can look after them during the 

winter. 

Cherokee, November 12. 

Great activity prevails in this household ; I am moved to 
brush up my dear old home a little, so I have bought some 
kalsomine, and every minute which can be spared from get- 
ting in the hay Jim is kalsomining. He has finished the 
breakfast room, which was a disgrace, and then he finished 
the upstairs hall, and is now engaged on the lower hall. 

The dear departed peacock, whose mate was eaten up by 
a fox while sitting on a nest of beautiful eggs, lived three 



416 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

years in a state of single misery, during which time he broke 
every pane of glass in the windows he could reach. It was 
so pathetic that I could not give way to wrath and have him 
beaten away. He was looking for that lovely mate, with her 
graceful long neck and dainty small head, and seemed to 
think she was imprisoned in the house, for he roamed round 
and round it, first on one shed and then on another, and when, 
peering in through the window glass, he caught sight of his 
own iridescent form, he would plunge forward in an ecstasy 
of joy, break the glass, cut his poor, proud head and hastily 
fly away, only to begin the search again as soon as his wounds 
were healed. In this way the windows were broken one by 
one, and the dirt daubers (a very busy flying thing that looks 
exactly like a wasp, but does not sting) came in and made 
their wonderful clay houses in the halls, so that it looked like 
some old, deserted, haunted place. 

It was impossible to get all the glass put back. The hall 
window has a pointed arched top like a church window, and 
that shape of glass I could not get, so I just felt helpless 
and hopeless while the little workers in clay triumphed over 
me. When, however, the hall window was covered with fine 
bronze wire on the outside from top to bottom these little 
wonders of industry and perseverance were foiled. 

It was funny to watch them when they first reached the 
window loaded down with red clay and flew up against the 
wire. They could not believe that that pygmy man whom 
they had got the better of for years had really foiled them at 
last. For days and weeks they continued the attack and 
many, many perished in their determined efforts to squeeze 
through openings too small for them. 

But to return to the peacock and his search for his lost 
love. He reminded me of that tragic scene in Gluck's 
"Orpheus and Eurydice" when he dares to enter the vast 
terrible kingdom of the dead in his search for his beloved — 



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the eager, pathetic gaze into the Hfeless face of each veiled 
form, the joy of imagined recognition, only to fade into dis- 
appointment and horror as returning life shows the mistaken 
identity. The peacock grew thinner and thinner. Occa- 
sionally he would go into the busy poultry yard and spread 
out his beautiful fan and salaam to the white Leghorn hens 
and win their cackling admiration, but those exhibitions 
became rarer each year, and finally he disappeared. I am 
quite sure he sought the solitude of the forest to die. 

I miss him all the time in spite of his mischievous activity, 
for he was a part of the place. I tried very hard to get a mate 
for him, but never found one. In the years gone by peafowl 
were very common through this country. We used to call 
it our episcopal dish, for every year when the Bishop of the 
diocese stayed with us on his visit to the parish, mamma had 
a roast peacock as part of the dinner. The breast is very 
large, like that of a partridge, and of a very delicate game 
flavor. 

Since the clay workers can be kept out it seems worth 
while to destroy all traces of them and have the wall white 
and fair once more. As the work progresses and the air of 
desolation is subdued my spirits rise, and I wonder how I 
have stood it so long. It is well there is something to cheer 
my spirits, for the financial outlook is appalling. 

The storm-tossed crop is hopeless, the corn all damaged ; in 
the little that there is, not a perfect ear. 

November 14. 

Great rejoicing ! To-day's mail brought a letter from 
J. L. H. saying she would be here Monday. Day spent in 
trying to get the house in winter trim, for it is very cold. 
Got down most of the carpets and rugs, but could not get 
the curtains up. They are all sewed up in homespun bags 
in the spring with camphor or moth balls, and it really is a 
day's work to get them all out and beaten and aired. 
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418 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

November 15. 

A tremendous day. Took mj^ dearest J. down to Greg- 
ory and then to Woodstock, where it was so pleasant that 
I lingered too long. I had had a great deal of business to 
see about in Gregory, so that we were late getting in to 
Woodstock. I had fortunately bought a lantern and I 
needed it very soon after leaving Woodstock, the road being 
very winding and intricate for the first three miles. 

At the ferry the man called to me to drive in quickly, as 
there was a tug coming down the river bringing him a new 
flat, and he must get me over as quickly as possible to return 
and change flats. Goliah, who had gone behind on the buck- 
board with me, was much excited and added all his strength 
to the two men in pulling the flat over. When we got about 
halfway over Moses, the ferryman, saw that the tug was 
coming down rapidly upon the wire. He called to the cap- 
tain, a negro, to stop. This did no good at all. On, on, came 
the snorting tug like a relentless fate. 

It was a dreadful situation, for I feared Ruth would turn 
her head, and then I knew she would jump out of the flat. 
Fortimately I had driven her hard and she was thankful to 
be quiet. While I was wondering that Ruth was so quiet 
something happened, I did not know what. 

The four men and Goliah, who were pulling, were thrown 
to the floor of the flat, Ruth was nearly thrown flat, 
and the steel rope with which the flat was pulled lashed 
round the buckboard's wheels, fortunately not reaching the 
mare. I was thrown out on the wheel and before I had 
righted myself Goliah picked himself up and flew to Ruth's 
head, which I thought a wonderful evidence of fidelity to a 
responsibility, and it was lucky that he did so, for as soon as 
she reahzed that we were out of our course and not making 
for shore, Ruth became very restless and impatient. 

Moses yelled to the man nearest the broken end of the rope 



A WOMA^ RICE PLANTER 419 

to seize it, which he did, and that was a mercy, for if it had 
escaped we would have drifted down the river without any 
means of reguhxting or guiding our course. Then the men 
all pulled together on the rope and ran the flat up into the 
bushes about 200 feet from the slip where the flat lands. 

It was quite dark, only two lanterns being in the flat, mine 
and the one the ferryman had. After tremendous effort 
they got the flat to touch the slip at one end, leaving about 
four feet of water at the other. I saw that was the best they 
could do and that it could only stay so for one second, so 
I called, "Hold it so for a minute." I told Gohah to let go 
Ruth's head and spoke to her, and as she hesitated gave her 
a sharp cut with the whip. She leaped out over the gap and 
we were safe on land. 

I drove home too thankful for words for the great escape. 
Just the thought that we might have been swirling round, 
drifting down toward the sea with the current, made the drive 
home seem a delight. When I went to get out of the buck- 
board, however, I found I was a rag and could scarcely stand. 

November 17. 

Went out immediately after breakfast and saw Gibbie 
put half a bushel of cow-peas in the big pot, fill it with water, 
and make the fire under it to boil food for cows. Then I told 
him to start ploughing in the half acre of oats. Bonaparte 
had already scattered the seed. Later in the day I walked 
down to the field to see the work, and found Gibbie had not 
done a stroke, had simply gone home, leaving the oats on the 
earth for the birds to devour. I was too angry to go in pur- 
suit of him. I find it very unwise to speak until I have cooled 
off. As Bonaparte said to me once, "Ef you don't tek keer 
dese peeple'll mek yu los yo' soul." 

The corn has been so stolen that there is scarcely a fifth 
of a crop — all the big ears gone, leaving only nubbins. The 



420 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

horses are all weak from lack of food and I feel desperate. 
Even Goliah is changed ! All the joy and fun and play seem 
to have left him, and his fat little black face looks hke a 
thunder-cloud. 

His household at home are urging him to demand more 
wages, and he does not wish to do it, and yet the clamor there 
makes him discontented. I brought him a suit of clothes 
and a pair of shoes, in which complete outfit he sleeps. The 
weather being very mild, I beg him to save the shoes for cold 
weather, as he has never worn shoes before ; but in vain, unless 
I put them up for him, which I do not wish to do, for I wish 
him to have the full enjoyment of them. He found an old 
pair of white kid gloves in the buckboard. I had used them 
to wear about the place and somehow left them there. Yes- 
terday he asked me for them and now he wears them all the 
time — cutting wood, eating dinner. 

I tried to translate in concise and striking words the French 
proverb, "Chat gante n'attrape point de souris," but it 
had no effect ; he sits gazing at his shoes, his white-gloved 
hands folded in his lap. I have sent him to school, as the 
public school is only half a mile away, and there is a good 
teacher, but nothing can restore the httle gay Goliah, who 
jigged as he walked. 

He has eaten of the apple and been driven out from the 
Eden of childhood and from henceforth will always be won- 
dering how much he can get out of me. I knew it had to 
come, but I am so sorry, and I miss the Httle boy so much. 

Sunday, November 20. 
Our rector's Sunday with us. He gave a very interesting 
sketch of the church convention, which he had attended. 
I had to play the organ as well as do all the singing, as Miss 
Penelope was not able to come. I thought it was impossible, 
but really nothing is impossible, for when I got home feeUng 



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like a rag I found Zadok waiting for me — "to ask my ad- 
vice," he said. 

I had not laid eyes on him for years, but he is the son of a 
faithful servant and was born in our servants' hall just before 
the end of the war. He has prospered, married well, and has a 
large family, who all help in the cultivation of his farm of 
twenty acres. Now that he has got into trouble he comes 
at once to me. 

His great snare is the dreadful firewater. He told me he 
had got into "a tangle." Coming back from Gregory one 
day when he was "not quite himself" he had been accused 
of cursing and making a disturbance. He had been notified 
that he would be indicted, and when he went to remonstrate 
the man said if he paid $25 he would drop the case ; but he 
had put off and put off, and now hears the case is to be tried 
to-morrow. 

I made him tell me everything and felt sure the only thing 
for him to do is to pay the money as quickly as he can, for 
if the trial comes off it will go hard with him. He is known 
as very obstreperous and noisy when under the influence 
of liquor, though peaceable and civil otherwise ; so I told him 
to get the money as quickly as he could and try to pay it 
before the trial came up. I was greatly worried about it 
and had Jim put Alcyone in the small buckboard and drive me 
down to Mr. B.'s. I took a very pretty apple geranium as an 
offering to his wife. 

I told them I had come to see what I could do to help 
Zadok, that I was much distressed to hear he had misbehaved, 
that his father had been our trusted and faithful servant dur- 
ing the war when there was no man at home, and I begged 
them if he promised to pay the $25 to drop the case. Mr. B. 
said he thought it had now gone beyond his power to drop it, 
but he would try what could be done. On the way home I 
met Zadok in his buggy, which is a very nice one, driving his 



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horse, which is a very good one. I told him I had done all I 
could and begged him to make a humble apology. He said 
he would and seemed much impressed. 

Little Alcyone is a swift little filly and went splendidly, but 
she is not large enough to take two people in a buckboard 
that drive of sixteen miles at the pace she likes to go. It is 
an unwise thing to let her do it. 
She should have a light road cart 
only, for she will not walk at all. 
I really felt when I got home as 
though I had been actively em- 
ployed from the time of Noah 
and the flood . Zadok promised 
me to stop drinking. God help 
him to keep his promise ! 



Cherokee, November 27. 

Before I started out this 
morning I called for Bonaparte 
and showed him a large port- 
folio of engravings and prints 
and told him to make a light 
wooden frame into which I could slip it to send by express. 
I specially told him to leave one end open so that I could put 
the portfolio in myself. When I got back from Casa Bianca 
this evening I found the very neat little light frame and was 
delighted, until I found the portfolio was nailed up in it so 
securely that I would have had to break the frame to get it 
out. It was too provoking, for I had not meant by any 
means to send all its contents. 

The time for the payment of taxes has come. 




Casa Bianca. 



Mine are 

over $100 and my little cotton crop cannot cover them after 
paying my yearly accounts, so I must sell something, and I 
decided to send some of the things in the portfolio on to New 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 423 

York to be sold. There are a lot of queer old things in it 
which many would call rubbish, but which I delight in — a 
map of the city of Charleston in its veriest infancy and en- 
gravings of a horse and dog which had won beautiful silver 
prizes in 1760 or thereabouts. These things are of great 
interest in the family and especially to me, who live in the 
past so much. 

Then there were some water colors I wanted to keep. 
Altogether this seems the last straw to a very tired camel. 
Bonaparte had gone home, it was late Saturday evening, and 
Jim is to take the box down to Gregory when he goes to- 
morrow to send off by express Monday, and I just gave up 
and let them all go. The eternal struggle against contrarie- 
ties and difficulties is too much for me. 

The time for tax paying has nearly passed and if I do not 
send the things off to-morrow they will have to wait another 
week. 

December 7. 

The pace has been most rapid for some time and I find that 
when I have pleasant companionship I neglect my faithful 
dumb confidant. 

Bonaparte's wedding preparations have caused me much 
anxiety. I promised him some money for the occasion and 
sold two of my precious young heifers to be sure to have it, 
but there has been some hitch and the money has not reached 
me, and when he came for it yesterday I had to tell him I did 
not have it, which hurt me. 

To-day by mail arrived two large packages, both with 
special delivery stamps on them, a beautiful frock-coat and 
waistcoat. My dearest L. had sent them to Bonaparte. I 
hurried out to his house with them. He was out, but I put 
them in his daughter's hands. He had confided to me his 
anxiety as to his wedding garments, as he said the wedding 
being in town he wished to be suitably dressed. I wrote all 



424 A WOMAN MICE PLANTER 

this to L. and she truly did the impossible in getting them 
here in time, as she only returned to Washington from the 
mountains two days ago. 

Just before dinner D. arrived, having brought a present 
of two mallard ducks. I was so charmed to have them, 
for C. leaves, to my regret, to-morrow. Later I received the 
check I had been expecting, so that I had the satisfaction 
and relief of sending for Bonaparte, who had not yet started 
for Gregory, and fulfilling my promise. 

He was radiant. All's well that ends well, I suppose, but 
I have really suffered from the tension of fearing that the 
faithful old man was going to be disappointed. 

December 9. 

Sent C. and her delightful little Albert down to take the 
train yesterday. Their visit has been an unalloyed pleasure. 
Jim, being in Gregory, attended Bonaparte's wedding at 
8 o'clock last evening. He says it was a most elegant and 
well-conducted affair, with an abundance of good cake and 
wine, and his respect for Daddy B. has risen immensely, 
which is a comfort and relief to me, for they are not very 
friendly. Bonaparte boasts, "Yes, Jim kin mak de crop, 
but Jim ain't got de key; I got de key," and of course that 
is aggravating. 

I am very sensible of the thorns which accompany the roses 
of faithful service with both Chloe and Bonaparte, but all 
the same I thank the good Father for the thorns, because of 
the roses which sweeten my life. 

December 13. 

A good steady rain last night, thank God. There was a 
frightful danger of fire getting away in the woods. Every 
on(! was nervous about it. I am very tired, for I had to burn 
the chimneys, which always scares me terribly. I always have 
Bonaparte to help, and this morning he did not want to do 



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it and said there was not rain enough and was rude to Chloe 
when she called him, so I determined to burn them myself. 

I take a large newspaper, pour about a tablespoonful of 
kerosene on it, holding the end in the tongs, and as soon as it 
takes fire thrust it as far up the chimney as my arm will 
allow, which is not far ; that is the reason I like to have Bona- 
parte do it. In an instant the whole chimney is ablaze, with 
a terrific roaring. Patty was stationed outside to see if any 
of the blazing soot lighted on the roof ; I on my knees in 
front of the fireplace prayed with all my might ; the terror 
that there may be a crack or flaw in the chimney is always 
with me. The great matter is to burn often and then there 
is no great accumulation of soot. 

It has always been a thing I had to wind myself up for, 
and requires all my will to make me do it. Once I was so 
demoralized about it that I got a man to come with a regular 
little chimney-sweep from Gregory. The little fellow went 
up one chimney, but when he came down he wept and pleaded 
so not to go up again, saying the chimneys were so long, three 
stories, and the flues crossed so that he could not breathe, and 
I would not let the man send him up again. It was an ex- 
pensive experiment, and I concluded the old time way of 
burning out was the best, and try to make myself do it once 

a month. 

Cherokee, December 14. 

A July day, rainy and hot. War in the kitchen zone. 
Goliah roused Chloe's ire and she fell upon him with fury. 
When I went down to remonstrate with Goliah he was in a 
great rage and I heard him mumbling, "Yes, if I only had my 
axe I wud 'a' settle 'em," and nothing I said could have any 
effect, so I had to tell him to leave the yard and not return. 

It will be a loss to me, because I know all his faults and can 
generally meet them, and he is very competent for one of his 
size with the horses, and drives very well. I take him every- 



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where with me on the buckboard, but he has a morose, morbid 
temper and he has been very rude and impertinent to Chloe, 
so I cannot keep him. 

December 15. 

While I was wondering how I was to manage, Jim being 
away, without GoHah to put the horse in for me to go to 
church, and again in the evening for the rector, who is here 
on his monthly visit, to go to St. Cyprian's, the negro church, 
Chloe came in and said : — 

"Goliah is yere. He dun ax my pa'don en I gib um, en I 
tell him I keep nuthin' agenst him." 

I think it was as great a relief to her as it was to me to see 
him installed again. I trust now peace will reign for a while. 

December 16. 

Have the great pleasure of our Bishop's yearly visit. He 
came last evening after holding service at St. Cyprian's, the 
Colored chapel. It rained all night and looked very dismal 
this morning, but as we sat at breakfast the sun came out and 
we were all rejoiced. It is the event of the year in the parish 
and the disappointment of a rainy day would be intense. 

We started for Peaceville at 10 : 15 and I was delighted to 
find Miss Penelope able to be at her post at the organ. It 
was a solemn service, with confirmation. The Bishop, Mr. 
G., and I were invited to a delicious lunch before going on to 
the little chapel in the woods. The chapel had been white- 
washed and well scoured and beautifully dressed in honor of 
the Bishop's visit, being all hung with holly, moss, and ever- 
greens. 

The sight was touching. All the women had met together 
and scoured first and then decked it with nature's wreaths. 
Poor little Alifair had brought her month-old baby, which 
weighed about five pounds, to be christened. She asked me 
to be godmother and I found she had named it after me. Her 



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mother told me this and asked anxiously: "Miss Patience, 
you won't mind ? " 

" No, no," I said ; "it is always a compliment." But when 
I found it was a combination of my name with my dear 
mother's I felt a little abashed. 

The little thing was so very white and so very tiny that 
I felt almost afraid to handle her, poor little mite. The 
father, a boy of 18, found matrimony too serious and slipped 
away some months ago. 

The church was very full and I think they all carried away 
real help in their daily lives from the Bishop's sermon. We 
did not get home until nearly dark, but it had been a most 
delightful day. 

Goliah has been behaving very badly lately. Chloe came 
to me looking very portentous one day to tell me he had a 
gun hid in the kitchen in the yard and that when anything 
went against him or she told him to get more wood he 
would bring out the gun and threaten to shoot Patty and 
herself. 

Goliah was out at the time and I asked Patty if she knew 
where the gun was. She said yes, and I told her to bring it 
to me, which she did, and I locked it up. When Goliah came 
home and missed the gun from its hiding-place he went on 
terribly, Chloe said, cursing and swearing to kill every one. 

I was busy in the house and heard nothing of this, but 
finally he came to me before he went home and said Patty 
had taken his gun and please to make her give it to him. 
I answered : — 

"I took the gun which has made you behave so badly and 
have locked it up." 

"De my Brudder Bill gun, en' I want um." 

"When your brother wants his gun he can come for it, 
but I camiot permit you to have a gun in this yard. Never 
again dare to bring one !" 



428 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

He went off very sulkily. The next day Bill's wife came 
and asked for the gun, saying it was her husband's. I told 
her if I gave it to her it must be on condition that she never 
let Goliah have it again. Lizette was with her and I appealed 
to her to witness to Dorcas's promise never to let Goliah have 
the gun. The promise was made and I gave up the gun. 
Since then quiet has reigned in the yard. 

I do not know how old Gohah is, but he is four and one- 
half feet high, and when he is good, like the httle girl we 
have heard of all our lives, he is very, very good, and when 
he is bad he is certainly horrid. Now he is in a bad spell. 

December 18. 

A beautiful morning. Ran out to the gate with a letter. 
When I got a bundle of mail and opening it saw a telegram, 
I sank down on the ground in fright — and sitting there 
read the message. Sorrow for those I love, and it is too late 
for me to reach them in time for the funeral. 

While I was debating what to do a boy came up with a note 
from Miss Penelope : ''Terrific fire burning around Peaceville. 
Miss Pandora and Miss Ermine Avere nearly burned out. 
Miss E. worked hke a trojan to save it. Better look out for 
your premises." 

I ordered Bonaparte to take Adam, Nan, and a wagon with 
hoes and rakes and drive out to the village and give all the 
help he could, and protect my yard if possible. As soon as I 
had given these orders I drove, out myself to take a telegram 
to the mail, 

I found Miss Pandora and Miss Ermine looking as though 
they had been through a great illness. The fire threatened 
for two days and a night, and they had fought it all that 
time, but it was now put out. While I was in the village the 
AAdnd changed and the fire appeared in another direction. 
I had Jim take Ruth and Marietta out and tie them in my 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 429 

yard, so that he could go and help put out the new fire. I 
took a young pine sapling and helped beat it out. 

It is awful to hear the roar of fire through the pine woods 
and know how hopeless it would be if it once crossed the 
line and rolled around the rambling, elongated village. 
The negro men and women who happened to be near be- 
haved very well and worked with a will, and I will certainly 
reward them generously. I stayed until the fire seemed 
finally out and by burning a space to meet the oncoming 
flames, I trust the danger is past. Those who are accus- 
tomed to wood fires, and there are men in the village who 
have had experience and directed the work, now think it is 
safe. 

I sent a telegram to ask if I was needed, and if an answer 
comes I will go ; if no answer comes I ^\^ll know they do not 
need me. It would be difficult for me to go just now, as I am 
expecting some sportsmen as paying guests, and must be at 
home. I am as nervous as though I were going to execution. 

Cherokee, December 22. 

I was sitting at dinner to-day when I heard Goliah run 
up the front steps and ring the bell violently. Knowing 
from the sound that there was something the matter, instead 
of sending Patty, who is in a constant state of war with him, 
I went out myself. He was panting as from a long run and 
gasped out : — 

"Pa baig yu for meet 'um to de front gate." 

"When?" 

"Rite now, soon ez yu kin git dey." 

" Where is your father ? " 

"Him dey 'een de sheriff buggy gwine to de chain gang." 

"How is that possible?" 

"Dem had um to Mr. Haman to de co't dis mawnin'." 

"Who had him there?" 



430 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"Dorcas en him ma, en pa dun condem'." 

I waited for no more, entirely forgetting that I had not 
eaten my dinner of dehcious shad, I put on my hat and flew 
out to the front gate. One feels very tenderly for those one 
has helped and poor Elihu has been a care and anxiety to me 
for years. 

His family relations have always been difficult and com- 
plicated. His second wife and nearly all his children having 
died of a galloping consumption, he has now taken a third 
wife who has eight children of her own and is a termagant, so 
that though he works hard, and is honest and law abiding 
after a fashion, and very civil, even courteous, in manner, he 
is always in some trouble, generally debt. On my way to 
the gate I met Lizette, his daughter, crying as she ran on her 
way to call me. I asked what it meant, as I had been unable 
to get anything out of Goliah, and she explained to me that 
Elihu had been away working in a lumber camp when Goliah 
had threatened Chloe with the gun, and when he came home 
and heard of it he was very angry, and said Bill had no 
right to let Goliah have the gun ; that he had lent it to Bill 
when he was getting well from typhoid fever and able to 
walk about and shoot, because Bill's gun had been taken for 
debt, he never having paid for it after the first instalment. 

Yesterday Elihu went to Bill's house and asked for the 
gun. Bill was out and his wife refused to give up the gun, 
upon which Elihu scolded her, no doubt in strong language, 
until finally she went to her trunk and took it out piece by 
piece, trying her best to convince him that she did not have 
all the parts. She ended, however, by giving them all up. 
When her mother came in she reviled her for being so 
meek spirited as to take a scolding from Elihu and give up 
the gun and proceeded to curse and abuse Elihu. 

Of course he was not found wanting in retorts and a neigh- 
bor had to come in and make the peace. Elihu thought nothing 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 431 

more of it until he received a summons this morning from the 
so-called Judge to appear in court. He went with no idea 
of anything serious, had no witnesses even, but found that 
Dorcas's mother had indicted him. 

By this time we reached the avenue gate and I sent Lizette 
to run to tell Jim, who was ploughing in the field, to put 
Ruth in the buckboard quickly and bring her to the gate. 
Shortly after I reached the avenue gate a buggy drove up 
containing Mr, Stout, the deputy sheriff, and Elihu, look- 
ing too downcast, black, and forlorn for words. 

Elihu is of a peculiarly rich shade of black, almost blue 
black. His own mother when he was a boy always spoke of 
him as "dat black nigger." Through all the trials and trib- 
ulations of his fifty years of life he has never been in danger 
of the chain gang before, for he has kept a good character 
for one of his hue, and now the certain prospect of the gang 
unless some miracle happened had crushed the spirit out of 
him. I scarcely would have known him. I walked out of 
the gate and said : — ■ 

"Why, Mr. Stout, what does this mean?" 

"It means, Miss Patience, that I'm a-taking Elihu to the 
chain gang. I've got the warrant in my pocket," 

"And on what ground?" 

"For cursing. Miss Patience, and making a disturbance 
on the public highway." 

"Was he not in his son's house?" 

"Yes, Miss Patience, but the Judge says that is within 
fifty yards of the public road." 

"Has it been measured, Mr. Stout?" 

"No, ma'am. Miss Patience, 'tain't been measured, but 
the woman said it was only forty yards from the road, en the 
Judge said he knowed the place and that was right." 

"What is the sentence ? " 

"Thirty days on the gang, Miss Patience, or a fine of 



432 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

"Mr. Stout," I said, "you turn right round with me and 
drive back to Mr. Haman with Elihu. That house is more 
than fifty yards from the highway." 

This he said he dared not do. 

By this time Jim had brought Ruth in the buckboard, and 
I got in and drove out of the gate. 

"Mr. Stout," I said, "I thank you very much for having 
driven this way so that Elihu could see me, and I have a favor 
to ask of you. If you are afraid to go back with me, at least 
promise me you will wait at the turn of the road, until I come 
back, I will drive fast, you won't have long to wait, but 
you must do it," and before he could answer I had driven off. 

It was a very cold evening and nearly dark. In my excite- 
ment I had put on no extra cloak, but I did not feel the cold. 
In marvellously short time the four miles were passed and I 
stood at Mr. Haman's gate. Goliah opened it and I told 
him to wait there until I came back, as I did not want him to 
hear the conversation. 

On my second call Mr. Haman came out and was of 
course much surprised to see me. He was most polite, 
and eager to invite me in. 

"Come in, come in, Miss Patience, I beg you," he said, 
"this wind is too piercing for you. I beg you will let me tie 
your horse." 

"Thank you, Mr. Haman, but I cannot come in. I have 
only a moment's business with you. I want you to give me 
an order to Mr. Stout to release Elihu." 

With a smile of greatest indulgence he replied, "You Ivnow, 
Miss Patience, I'd do anything to oblige you, but my duty, 
my duty, madam, is my first consideration, and even for you 
I must refuse to do anything contrary to my duty." 

"Tell me," I said, "of what he is convicted and what is 
the sentence?" 

"He is convicted of cursing and creating a disturbance 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 433 

within fifty yards of the pubUc highway, and the sentence is 
thirty days' work on the chain gang or a fine of fifty dollars." 

"Mr. Haman, you must sign that release until the distance 
is measured. I know that it is more than fifty yards from 
the road to Bill's house, and until that distance is measured 
his committal to the gang is illegal. Elihu is a hard working, 
docile, respectable negro. If I wanted anything hard done 
to-night such as to send by land or water ten miles Elihu is 
the man I could call upon, knowing he would not refuse. 
If I had occasion to drive forty miles this night through 
the darkness, Elihu is a man I could trust to take me safely 
through the darkness and do it cheerfully. And you think 
I will see him put on the chain gang illegally? You don't 
know me, Mr. Haman." 

He listened as if he did not hear, so determined was he not 
to yield and so accustomed to shake the law at people. 

He said he would get the book and read me the section, but 
I said that was unnecessary, I knew the law ; the point was 
whether this case was within the legal distance. Darkness 
was coming and I was making no headway. At last I 
said : — 

"If I were to sign a note for fifty dollars would you give 
me the order for his release?" 

"Oh, yes, Miss Patience, if you pay the money that'll be all 
right." 

"Very well ; bring me ink, pen, and paper and I will sign," 

He went in and returned very quickly with pen, ink, and a 
check. I had not meant to sign a check, but a note ; however, 
I signed it in ink and then asked for a pencil and on the back 
wrote, "Not to be presented until distance is measured." 
He seized the check with delight ; when he turned it over and 
saw the writing on the back his face changed. 

"Now," I said, "will you give me the order for Elihu's 
release?" 

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434 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"No," he said, ''I will not." 

I was still sitting in the buckboard and I just leaned for- 
ward and took the cheek from his hand. He was so taken by 
surprise that he was silent for a second ; then he said : — ■ 

"I'll go down and measure the distance for you, Miss 
Patience." 

"When?" 

"To-night, right now. I'll get my buggy en you kin go 
right on and I'll follow you." 

I was truly thankful, for it was getting very late and I was 
so afraid that Mr. Stout would not wait. I drove rapidly 
toward the gate, which is approached by a causeway. When 
I got well on that, a thought struck me ; though it would be a 
singular trial to me, to save time I would offer to take Mr. 
H. down in my buckboard. I saw a negro woman near and 
said to her : — 

"Please run in and say to Mr. Haman that Mrs. Penning- 
ton will be glad to offer him a seat in her buckboard and he 
can come back with Mr. Stout." 

She ran off briskly and in a few minutes returned and said, 
"Mr. Haman say never min' ; say him ain't goin'." 

Fortunately I had taught Ruth to back all over the yard 
before a harness was ever put on her, for I backed her the 
length of that causeway in no time and was back at the house. 
Mr. Haman came out looking considerabl}^ worried. 

"Mr. Haman, you will not get rid of me to-night until you 
have signed that release." 

"I can't do it! When I write a warrant it's writ, and 
everybody that knows me knows that." 

At this juncture his wife appeared and said: "Miss Pa- 
tience, he ain't well and it's too cold for him out here ; please, 
ma'am, to come in." 

I answered: "I cannot come in, Mrs. Haman. I simply 
want your husband to write an order to IVIr. Stout to release 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 436 

Elihu Green, whom he has sent to the chain gang for thirty 
days, until the distance from the road is measured." 

"You're right, Miss Patience," his wife answered, and 
turning to her husband said, "Better do what Miss Patience 
wants you to do, an' come in out o' this cold wind." 

Most reluctantly and heavily at last the words came : 
''You give that check to Mr. Stout en tell him to turn loose 
the nigger," 

"And," I said, "you will send down early to-morrow to 
measure the distance ? " 

He was already disappearing in the door but assented, and 
again I started for home. Ruth by this time had got worked 
up and needed no whip ; she knew there was something un- 
usual in the air and she flew. 

When I reached the turn by St. Cyprian's church, where 
Mr. Stout had promised to wait, it was so dark I could not 
see whether he was there or not until I came right up to him. 
There he was still in the buggy, and when I called, "Please 
come here, Mr. Stout," slowly he got out and came; I 
handed him the check. 

He struck a match and examined it, then his whole face 
beamed and he said, "Then I kin turn Elihu loose?" 

"Yes," I said, "and I thank you with all my heart for 
waiting; you have helped prevent a great injustice. Mr. 
Haman says he will send you down to-morrow to measure 
the land. If it is more than fifty yards, you will return that 
check to me ; if less you will give it to him. Please come 
early." 

Elihu was dazed with the sudden release as the handcuffs 
were taken off. After Mr. Stout left I gave Elihu a talk 
about the disgrace of cursing and making a disturbance, and 
I said : — 

"Elihu, the distance will be measured and if it is less than 
fifty yards you will have to try and work that $50 out." 



436 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

"Oh, yes, miss, de Lawd bless you, en I thank you too 
mutch, en I'll do all you want me to do." 

And I made the best of my way home with Goliah behind. 
All the servants were wild with delight when they heard the 
result, and Chloe had a nice supper for me, but I was too 
tired to eat. The depths had been stirred within me and I 
could only go to the piano and play Rachmaninoff's grand 
prelude over and over until I was quieted. 

Mr. Haman, the magistrate, is a man of foreign birth, and 
speaks broken English, a German, I suppose. He drifted here 
after the war and married the daughter of a very excellent 
old German who had bought a plantation and settled here 
at that period of change and unrest. Two years ago he was 
elected to his present office to the surprise of every one. 

December 23. 

The household was astir early this morning. As I felt it 
was a moment when I would like to have a gentleman \vith 
me, immediately after breakfast I drove over to my good 
neighbor Mr. F. and asked him if he would come with me 
and see the distance measured. 

He said he would come with pleasure, and he got into my 
buckboard. Mr. F. with Jim's help measured and found 
the distance from Bill's house to the public road 250 feet, 
more than eighty yards. I was greatly relieved, for though 
I can generally trust my eye for distances I never had thought 
of this special space and had nothing to compare it with in my 
mind. It was simply an impression, I may say a conviction ; 
and if it was wrong I would have to borrow $50, for I had not 
that much in the world that I could put my hand on at this 
moment. 

Still I would rather do that than have Elihu punished and 
disgraced when he was really in the right. 

Just as Mr. F. had finished measuring, Mr. Stout the 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 437 

deputy sheriff drove up in a very fine buggy with another 
white man. I greeted them pleasantly and begged them to 
measure the distance at once, without saying that I had re- 
lieved my mind by doing so already. Mr. Stout assisted by 
Mr. Oliver took the measurements and pronounced it 250 
feet. Then Mr. Stout handed me my check for $50. 
Thank the good Father for His mercies. 

Christmas Day. 

Drove to church, where we had a pleasant service. It had 
been given out that the collection would be for Sewanee. 
There was great excitement after service when the word was 
passed around that it was $7 ! Our plate rarely holds more 
than half that amount. Every one was very happy over it. 

Then went to take the few things I had gathered up for the 
St. Peter's people to K.'s to be sent to them. 

I had to go to the extravagance of buying a comfort for the 
poor Lewis family ; the weather has been unusually cold, 
and they are so destitute. 

I have been quite alone to-day, but not at all lonely, for I 
have put up candy for the children on the place and little 
packages for the old people. To-morrow I am to have the 
joy of a visit from my two nephews, one of whom has been 
living in New York and has not been here for a long time. 

December 26. 

E. and A. came about 1 o'clock with guns and dog — per- 
fectly charming both of them — both full of zeal to shoot. 
I sent Jake up to get another boat and engaged him to come 
at 5 A.M. to-morrow to take them out. He is to get Aaron, 
who is a good paddler. 

December 27. 

Very early this morning Jake came and said he had failed 
to get Aaron. Jim came into the house, made the fires, and 



4S8 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

waked the boys; then went out to the "street" to get a 
paddler. First he went to Frankie's house ; he was in bed 
and refused absolutely to come, saying he was too com- 
fortable. Then he went to Gibbie's house ; he talked a great 
deal, but finally said he would come. 

Meantime E. got off in the light canoe with Jake. A. 
waited until Gibbie rode up on his bicycle to say that it was a 
very dangerous business, etc., and finally that he could not 
come, so Jim had to take A. out, though he is no paddler. 

As soon as I heard what had happened I wrote a 
paper to Frankie and one to Gibbie. "You will leave this 
place at once," and sent it to them. Only yesterday when 
they came up for the annual powwow they made a solemn 
promise to do all that I called on them for. I made them 
promise this, because for some time there has been a growing 
disposition not to do what I want done, and if I let it go on 
and pass over anything like this I will lose all control of the 
place. 

I am sitting out in the sun and have thawed out while 
writing this. Oh, the goodness and mercy of God ! A sense 
of it pervades my being to-day. Though I have had my 
small trials already this morning, they seem as nothing when 
I think of all His patience and long-suffering and loving-kind- 
ness to me. 

Cherokee, December 28. 

E. and A. seem perfectly happy to be here, and their visit 
is an unbroken pleasure to me. They have not got very 
much game, but just to paddle round the creeks or to walk 
over the woods gun in hand seems to revive all the happiness 
of their childhood. 

To-day we went to Casa Bianca for the day, and went 
prepared for them to spend the night if they found the ducks 
plentiful enough to make it worth their while. When they 
went down into the fields, Nat paddling one and Jim the other, 



A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 



439 




Riee-fields from the high lands. 



I started back home alone. I got here after a perfect drive 
and glorious sunset. 

To my great pleasure I found C. here, and then began to 
hope the boys would not spend the night at Casa Bianca. So 
I was delighted when at 9 : 30 the dogs announced their 
arrival. They had shot a 
good many ducks, but not 
having a dog to fetch had 
not got one. 

We had a delightful 
evening. While I was gone 
to-day a man had brought 
a bushel of oysters fresh 
from the sea, so I could give 
them a nice oyster supper. 

Gibbie came to-day and among other things said he never 
could paddle. "Yu knows yuself. Miss Pashuns, I neber 
could paddle." 

"On the contrary, Gibbie, I know you to be an expert 
paddler," I replied. "So much for that excuse. 

"Three of your children were born in the house I had re- 
paired for you. Then the best house on the place became 
vacant and you asked me to let you move into that because 
it was nearer your brother's. I let you do it and charged 
no more rent. You were ill. I paid your doctor's bill, which 
money you have never returned to me. I sent you milk 
daily until you were quite well, and during your mother's 
illness of three months I sent her a pint of fresh milk night 
and morning until she died. 

"Your wife this winter burned down the house you oc- 
cupied. There is no use for you to shake your head and say 
no. What else was it when she sent your eldest boy, 5 years 
old, into the loft, which was packed with fodder and corn and 
hay, to get peas, with a burning lightwood torch in his hand ? 



440 A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 

Instead of telling you that you must leave the place, as I 
could not furnish another house to one so criminally careless, 
when you begged me to have another house repaired for you 
to move into, I did so. The burning of the house was a com- 
plete loss of $300 to me. 

''I let you off the rent of the house for the last month and 
waited on you for the payment on the other house long after 
it was due. All this time you told me you had no money 
and I waited, but you told other people on the place that you 
had $30 put away from your last three months' work. 

"It would take a whole day to remind you of all the kind- 
nesses I have done to you and all the meannesses you have 
been guilty of to me. And now my father's two oldest 
grandsons come to spend a few days at the old home shooting 
ducks, and I send for you to paddle one of them in a boat, not 
as a favor, mind you, but to be well paid for it, and you ride 
up on your bicycle to say you cannot do it. 

"There is no use to say a word, Gibbie, I will not hear it. 
The time has come for us to part company. You must go." 

He turned and walked down the step with a sullen look. 
I will miss the $2 a month which the two houses brought in, 
but it is necessary to do a thing like this once in a while. 

Cherokee, December 30. 

Mrs. L. has become greatly interested in the poor white 
people out at St. Petcr's-in-the-Woods and she sent me word 
that if convenient to me she would come up to-day in her 
motor and get me to go out there with her to distribute some 
things which she had collected for them. I was so delighted 
at her interest that I said it would be perfectly convenient, 
and though in the back of my mind was the picture of the 
dining-room chimney place all torn to pieces, I asked the 
party to take lunch with me. 

So early this morning I sent for Bonaparte and told him he 



A WOMAN RWE PLANTER 441 

must make some mortar and repair the fireplace and put 
back the mantelpiece and please to have it done by 12 o'clock 
so that Patty Ann could clean up the mess and make the 
fire and be ready for lunch at 1. All of which was done, and 
by the time the sound of the auto was heard everything was 
ready but myself. 

I had been obliged to contribute greatly to the result and 
had not time to change my working outfit before they came. 
That did not matter, however. They brought a huge ham- 
per and basket full of all sorts of nice things. The dear little 
girl had brought lots of her dresses and above all toys ! Such 
beautiful things, Teddy bears and billikins and dolls and 
animals and clowns. They brought also groceries. 

We had our lunch and then I joined them and we went the 
nine miles in no time. The visit to Louise Moore was most 
successful. She and her house and children were clean and 
sweet. That term could not be applied to the biggest boy, 
about six, however, as he had been sldnning four possums, 
which were extended on sticks in the little porch. 

Then we went on to poor old Mrs. Sullivan and her Dickens- 
like daughter. She was overjoyed at the groceries and nice 
things. Her great poverty was very apparent in her sur- 
roundings, above all the flimsy garments she wore, but all 
was clean. The next visit, two miles beyond, was also satis- 
factory, but alas, the last visit was a shock. Mother, daugh- 
ter, and granddaughter were too untidy for words. I could 
not help wishing we had not gone there, it was so disappoint- 
ing. 

Certainly nothing could show more their need of help and 
industrial training. I had only seen them as a rule at church 
and had no idea this special family was so untidy. I had 
been to the home two or three times, but I suppose that was 
not on Saturday afternoon when everything, including ab- 
lutions, had lasted over since the Saturday evening before. 



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This last visit rather dampened our spirits, though the Httle 
Frenchwoman, who had carried a large box of stick candy 
which she distributed as we went, found something pleasant 
to say even about that. 

When we got back to Cherokee Chloe had a cup of tea 
ready and the party returned to Gregory, I felt anxious, it 
being late and cold. They left a large basket of things for 
me to keep for further distribution. I wish so I could get at 
the poor Lewis family with some of them. 

Miss Chevy, who was visiting Mrs. Sullivan, answered 
when I asked about the Lewises in a high and righteous 
voice : — 

"Yes, Miss Pashuns, they've gone away bag and baggage 
, ^ an' I tell you truly it's a good riddance. Mis' 
Lewis she acted that ridiklous with them 
children. 

"A man come there one day in a wagon from 

de up country lookin' for han's to pick cotton, an' 

he asked me if them Lewises could pick cotton, 

an' I spoke up an' said, 'Yes, sir, they kin pick 

cotton every one o' them, 'en he jes' drove right 

to the house an' asked them to go with him en 

.^ he carried them all off, father and 

mother and three children, en I'll 

]^ tell you. Miss Pashuns, it's me that's 

thankful. 

"You see I didn't tell no He; he didn't 
ask me if they would pick cotton, but he 
ask me if they cud, an' I up an' says they 
cud, but I didn't say they's that shiftless 
that they won't do it." 

In the mail which I found when I got home I had a letter 
from a friend referring to an adventure which I had four years 
ago that I do not think I ever wrote down, so now I am going 



I 




You see I didn't 
tell no lie." 



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to do SO, for I forget things so entirely. My friend had come 
from New York to make me a visit of a week. At the end of 
that time, wishing to be with her as long as possible, I drove 
her to Gregory in the buckboard to take the train. The train 
left at 4 : 30, which in the latter part of December is very 
nearly dark. 

I had taken Jonadab behind the buckboard. When I 
started on the fourteen mile drive home, I felt dismayed, for 
I knew it would be dark soon. T crossed the ferry with the 
last light of the dusk and drove on into blackness. 

I had only gone a little way, however, when we drove into 
a forest fire. Both sides of the road were aflame and Ruth 
at first was frightened, but finding it did not come into the 
broad, white, sandy road, she soon enjoyed the illumination 
as I did. 

For about three miles we passed through this brilliant 
region, and then I saw we were coming to the end of it and 
would soon be in the darkness again, so I told Dab to get out 
and pick up a good piece of Hghtwood for a torch and light it, 
which he did, succeeding in a very short time in getting a 
long, fat piece full of turpentine, and just before we left the 
fields of light he lit it and held it behind so that it gave a 
very satisfactory path of light just ahead of the horse. 

All went well until we came to a turn in the road where we 
had two bridges to cross and I feared, as they were narrow 
and without railing, that I might not see well enough, so I 
told Dab to get out and carry the torch in front until we 
crossed the bridges. This he did, walking quite rapidly, so 
that just after we crossed the last bridge the torch blew out ; 
the rapid motion somehow being in front, made too much 
draught. Dab was much concerned, but I said : — 

"It does not matter now. Dab, we are only three miles 
from home and I know every foot of the road ; get up behind 
and we will soon be at home." 



444 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

He got up behind the buggy and we went on several hun- 
dred yards, when there was a terrific report, and great flames 
of fire, blue, green, and red, passed over our heads. Ruth 
dashed, throwing me out on my head, upsetting the buggy, 
broke loose and disappeared in the darkness. I must have 
been stunned, for I got up quite confused, found no horse in 
the shafts, and just walked ahead, forgetting all about Dab. 

As I walked on I heard the noise of the horse in the woods 
to the left of the road. I went in a little way and called to 
her. Fortunately she has always come to my call, and did 
not fail to do so now. I caught her and led her back to the 
buggy. I found both traces broken and felt hopeless. 

By this time Dab, who must have been stunned too, came 
forward to help. I gathered all the strings that the resources 
of feminine apparel furnish, and tied up the traces, then with- 
out getting in, told Dab to lead Ruth off, which he did, but 
the buckboard did not move. I had no knife to cut holes in 
the leather, so no string could hold. Still making the effort 
to secure the two pieces together I said : — 

"Dab, what did happen? I never have seen or heard 
such a thing before. Do you now what it was?" 

Dab, stuttering fearfully, said: " 'Tis — is — is — is de 
fiah cracker, ma — a — a — m ! " 

"What?" said I. 

"Yes, ma — a — m, I — I — I buy six roman candles to 
town en I had dem een my bussom en me jacket button ober 
dem, en w'en the torch gone out I ben' down, en bin a blow um 
fu make um blaze, en a spaa'k fly een me bussom en set off 
de roman candle, en den dem blow we up." 

There in the darkness three miles from home, -with no hope 
of mending the harness, I laughed until I sank on the sandy 
road. I could not stop laughing, to Dab's great amazement. 
Why his nose was not blown off I can't imagine ; it had been 
such a near thing that he was much nearer tears than laughter, 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 445 

and he had expected certainly a scolding from me, and now this 
totally unexpected and unnatural laughter awed him still more. 

When I resumed my efforts I saw far down the road a light 
drawing slowly near. When it got within hailing distance 
I called several times before I got an answer. I said : 
"Please come here, whoever you are. I am in trouble and 
I want your help." 

They seemed reluctant and came slowly. When they got 
near enough and the light fell on me, one man said : " Why> 
my Lawd, 'tis you, Miss Pashuns?" 

"Yes," I said. " Who are you ? I don't seem to know you 
in the dark." 

"No, ma'am, you don' know me, but I knows you well. 
I'se Rastimus en dis is my fren' Joshuay." 

"Well, Rastimus, I want you and Joshua to fix my harness 
for me. I've had an accident and I can't manage it at all 
myself. Have you a knife to cut a hole in the trace, because 
we can do nothing without that?" 

"Yes, my missus ; I got a very shaa'p knife, en don't you 
worry, me en Joshuay'U hab um fix korrek, fo' yu knows it." 

And true enough, though their motions were very unsteady 
and the air was redolent of firewater, in very quick time the 
harness was tied up in an ingenious and substantial way. 
Then I asked for the loan of the lantern. This they hesitated 
about, but when I gave my word that it should be sent to the 
store the next day with a little note of thanks and an enclosure 
for each, they consented, and I went on my way with songs of 
praise and thanksgiving in my heart for the many and varied 
dangers I had escaped. The next day the lantern was duly 
returned, with a quarter apiece for my knights-errant. 

December 31. 

Spent this last day of the old year writing letters of thanks 
and affection, and after dark I made up a bright fire, Chloe 



446 



A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 



and Patty Ann having gone away on their Sunday outing, 
and sat in the firehght without hghting the lamps and re- 
viewed the mercies and blessings of the past year. God 
forgive me for my mistakes and sins therein, my blindnesses 
and lost opportunities. 

I keep wondering if it is His will that I should give up this 
life. I do not want to be headstrong about it. I have so 

loved the freedom and sim- 
plicity of the life, in spite of 
its trials, and isolation. The 
living close to Nature — the 
trees, the birds, the clouds, 
and all the simple loving dumb 
things. 

But it almost seems as 
though I was meant to give 
it up. The rice-planting, which for years gave me the exhil- 
aration of making a good income myself, is a thing of the past 
now — the banks and trmiks have been washed away, and 
there is no money to replace them. The experiment of plant- 
ing cotton has not been a success with me. The cotton grew 
luxuriantly and bore well, but others gathered it, and I got 
but little. I cannot sit idle in the midst of all this fertile 
soil. But I must wait, and watch, and listen, in silence, for 
the still, small voice, which comes after the storm and the 
earthquake, and brings the message from above. 




A WOMAN BICE PLANTER 447 

Some Gullah words and their meanings : — 

unna you all 

een in 

ne in the 

fremale female 

tissic asthma 

tetta potatoes 

fai' fairly, actually 

bittle food, victuals 

castle coflin, casket 



From an Editorial in the " New York Sun " 

We print to-day a South Carolina lady's story of her 
experiences as a rice planter on her own account, as the 
actual manager of two large plantations in that State. It 
is a story which is all the more interesting and instructive 
because it is told in a manner of charming simplicity and 
without a trace of self-consciousness or self-assertion. Inde- 
pendently of the information it conveys it has attraction 
for every reader by reason of that manner and as a revelation 
of a feminine character in which are manifested tender sus- 
ceptibility and womanly sympathy no less than rugged 
courage in assuming an arduous task and persistency in 
overcoming heavy practical obstacles. 

Mrs. Pennington is of the type of Southern womanhood 
which reflected so great honor on that part of this country 
during the period of slavery and may be said to have been a 
generation peculiar to the social system at the base of which 
slavery lay. The executive and administrative experience 
acquired by Southern ladies at the head of households on the 
great plantations gave them a distinction among American 
ladies which since the overthrow of slavery has been demon- 
strated by many of them in the practical management of 
large estates like that presided over by Mrs. Pennington 
and in other fields of enterprise usually believed to be be- 
yond the sphere of feminine ability. The mistress of a 
plantation, with many negro slaves, usually so far removed 
from considerable social centres that in its superintendence 
individual resource was -taxed to the utmost, was loaded 
with a multiplicity of practical details and duties of admin- 
istration, and in the discharge of these she received an educa- 
tion as an executive officer which distinguished her among 
her American sisters. 

2g 449 



450 A WOMAN RICE PLANTER 

Accordingly, when the Civil War, with its incident of 
negro emancipation, left the South impoverished and its 
social system upturned, some of the most efficient and most 
important agents in developing the new prosperity now so 
abundant were Southern women who had passed through 
that severe school of training, had been reared under its 
influences or been moulded by its traditions — resourceful, 
courageous, well-poised women, accustomed to command, 
tactful and self-reliant, yet at the same time endowed with 
the gentlest feminine graces and the most engaging feminine 
qualities of character and disposition. 

The readiness with which Mrs. Pennington assumed the 
heavy practical responsibilities, the risks, the vexations, and 
the cares involved in her rice-planting ventures, and the 
sagacity, practical skill, and indomitable persistence with 
which she has pursued them, are not less impressive than the 
beautiful spirit of womanly humanity and religious devotion 
to duty which is exhibited so unconsciously, so spontane- 
ously, in her simple narrative. No trace of resentment 
against the negroes from whose shortcomings she has suf- 
fered so grievously appears in the story. The feeling she 
manifests is rather sympathetic in its tender consideration 
of moral defects apparently inseparable from their inheri- 
tance as a race and from the conditions produced by the 
sudden revolution in their relations to those employing 
them. It is to such a spirit as Mrs. Pennington's that the 
welfare of the negro race of the South can best be trusted. 

Mrs. Pennington closes her story with the expression of 
a fear that "this is a dull letter" ; but she may be sure that 
every one of the thousands of people who will read her story 
will find in it a human document of touching interest, and 
will see in it a revelation of a character in which are illus- 
trated the best and highest virtues and graces of woman- 
hood. 



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